I make up for it
February 17, 2007 Bus stop at 15th & Campus Parkway University District, Seattle, Washington Thin, scrappy-looking black man, rumpled clothes. He rants about all the things that are wrong in the world: the city, the police, the buses, the ex-wife. “I make up for it, though…I go to the beach and watch the sun set on the ocean.”
Is it now?
December 16, 2009 15 bus to downtown Ballard, Washington He has two backpacks on the seat next to him, a sleepy expression, an unkempt mustache, and an honest-to-God rat tail. As I settle into my seat, he pulls a full sized bottle of some clear liquor, bare of paper bag, from inside his coat. Ducking his head slightly, he surreptitiously takes a swig. A pasty, bulbous white man with thin gray...