O.k. one time I was on the bus, and this guy got on, and he said he was with the bus police. But I didn’t believe him because I’ve never heard of the bus police. I’ve never even seen a t.v. show about bus police. My friend Spencer’s dad works at the police department and he’s never talked about bus police. So this man gets on and I see he has a gun, and last week I saw this movie where this guy gets on the bus with a gun and and this other guy chases him until the bus stops and then he asks the guy if he feels lucky and calls him a punk. So I ask the man if he wants to get lucky and he grabs me and say’s I’m under arrest for “solitation”. And I yell and yell and the bus driver comes over and he’s real mad and throws me off the bus and I have to walk home. I guess there is such a thing as bus police.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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