1. Friday, June 20, 2003

    Friday, February 15, 2002 

    hot black chick walked down the stairs at the wilshire/vermont station past the cops who smiled a hello and she smiled one back.

    when she reached the bottom of the stairs the train arrived and she got on the car next to the driver, like i did.

    we left the station and approached the next stop and before we did the driver announced on the PA, “Next stop, Wilshire and Normandie.”

    hot black chick yelled, “nobody asked you.”

    driver replied on the PA, “i know.”

    we stopped, at the station for a few seconds, there was a series of beeps, the doors shut, the train pulled away, gained momentum and we were on to our last stop.

    the driver announced, “next stop, Wilshire and Western.”

    hot black chick yelled, “hurry up, then.”

    the train conductors always ease into the Wilshire/Western station because there are many intersecting tracks there since it is the end of the line.

    driver announced as we slowed up, “this is the final destination, please make sure you have gathered all of your personal belongings.”

    then there was a pause.

    then he said, “and please, have a good day.”

    then he added, “except for certain people.”

    we stopped, she got off the train, strutted past the driver’s car, realised she was going to have to walk up stairs if she continued down that direction, turned around, right past me and headed towards the elevator.

    i noticed that her super tight black tshirt said, “Cute.” but it was written in a type of cursive that wasn’t easy to read, so you were forced to decide whether you were going to read her shirt or check out her d-cups.

    it was quite a decision.

    i walked up the stairs and considered it my morning workout.

    made it to the 720 bus, there were three of them waiting for us. i got on the first one that was half-full. the other two were mostly empty but Lord only knows when they would leave that stop. i sat in the back with a talkative older black gentleman and two mexicans who were speaking spanish to each other.

    to my surprise, hot black chick got on my bus. she dug through her little purse for change and as she did the big fat black lady busdriver said, “good morning everyone. happy day after valentine’s day.” and waved at us behind her moving only her fingers. i cant explain it.

    hot black chick made her way all the way to the back. the mexicans locked on to her immediately as did the black guy. when she eyed an empty seat near him, he couldnt hold it in any more.

    “Got Damn, girl!”

    she had tight red pants on, heels, hair done right, ruby red lipstick, very dark black skin, enough attitude for several busses of commuters.

    the mexicans spoke spanish and the black guy kept talking to no one in particular. i pretended to be engrossed with my Bukowski poems.

    “You know something, fellas,” the black guy said, “that is a booty right there. that is a beautiful black booty. mercy. people say black ass like that is an acquired tastes, and i agree.”

    my stop was coming up.

    “once you acquire that shit, you never lose your taste for it.”

    then he laughed through his smile and it sounded like a hiss, but everyone smiled.

    the mexicans did their mexican handshake ending with the knuckle punch and one of them dug into his backpack and retrived a tupperware cube containing his buddy’s lunch. and he and i exited through the back door and began our days.