Characters

During my 8 months or so of riding the bus, I've seen many characters. At first they were just that, random characters who I would see, make a mental note of, and then forget. But now as time has gone by, these once random characters have become more familiar to me. Not that I know them or even talk to them, but I know where and when they get on the bus, where and when they get off, what strange mannerisms they have, whether I believe them to be crazy or not. There are all sorts of people. Some I believe to be heading to work on a similiar schedule to me, some I think are homeless -- maybe because drugs or alcohol have led them there, some maybe because of mental illness, and there are a few who I speculate are homeless because they decided to give society the big middle finger. Some I speculate are or were former drug addicts who may have HIV or AIDS. Some are normal. Some maybe heading to Mexico to bring their cross border families some American goods. And some are just CRAZY.

These random characters are all sorts of people with all sorts of lives, but even though I've never talked to any of them, they each have story, and they each cross my path on a regular basic for a few minutes.