My cousin John had to leave Kansas City to work in Indianapolis for a few months and he had no connections for weed there. He Western Unioned me some money to buy an ounce and a bus ticket. When I picked up the money I started looking for weed immediately. By the time I had to leave for the bus station I was still waiting for my connection to show up. As I walked out …showed first 75 words of 2008 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2008 total…had a short conversation with a Mexican while I was waiting in line. He was just laid off from his truck driving job and heading to see his family in New Mexico. I was lulled to sleep for most of the ride by the angelic voice of a black woman behind me, singing along with her Walkman. We got to the St. Louis layover around four in the afternoon. My trip home had just begun.