homedoggieo

Youth has disappeared. In the thirty years since I started driving this route, I'd seen adolescence fly out the window like a paper airplane. Two decades in, the middle schoolers started bringing pot onto the bus. Innocence used to continue at least until high school, when the recent graduates would visit their younger friends and bring them samples of all the sordid habits they'd picked up in college. I'd seen things that I never thought I would, things that guys my age get locked up for witnessing. Most days, I hope it's just pot. The kids and me, we were like poles, and my presence at the front of the bus pushed them into the back. The