woodcarver

Location: Northwest Austin, Time: 21:30-22:34

I met a young man from Corpus Cristi, he is an artist mostly in the realm of wood. He got on the bus and started asking questions about the route, then told me was exploring Austin (from Corpus). A long thin piece of wood was strapped to his bike, of oak he said. I asked what he would make of it, he responded, "whatever is asked", but usually I make some sort of name plaque of paper weight". I never caught the guy's name but we talked for over and hour on a few topics. He kept telling me that his strategy in life was to think positively, to change the channel because if you are watching TV and something came on you didn't like, then you'd change the channel. right? He believes this is possible, some say this is a fear avoiding mechanism, but it beats happy pills in my opinion. Apparently, he lives in a motel and makes woodcarvings there. During the day he rides around Austin trying to peddle (sell) his art, but also he tries to get people to make orders. Eventually, unknown (?) wants to live in nature as his Native ancestors did. We then moved on to Christianity...
He seemed to think that a man I have labeled as the "Shadow" is a victim of demon possession. I am open to this vein of thought, but I definitely know the Shadow is mentally ill. The shadow is an Af-Am man who wears a black and gray sweat suit every day with the hood pulled just to his eyes. The Shadow wears glass and sometimes gloves. Last night he was wearing a protective face mask of or a glasses mask that basketball players wear. He always has a black trash bag full f paper scraps. The Shadow never speaks, he only motions. Anyway, we talked a bit about demon possession, and good vs evil. A topic I believe extremely worthy of merit.
At Burnet rd. he jumped off and road into the night. Away from 183, or the snake beast as he had named it. gots to go.

some take chariots, others the bus

Howdy,

I was sitting here with my thinking cap (not a cowboy hat, but something with sparkles) trying to eek out a fabulous introduction, but, hmm... shoot first and ask questions later. Well, 'ride the bus' basically means 'live life' (ponder that). How can you not live your life? I think living your life involves a lot of questions, but yesterday I was trying to be a newborn baby. Think about the bus, visualize the spectral form, its essence and existence. There are people on the bus, you interact with people everyday, there is a driver, ideas take you down the road of life. Shazaam, you get the idea of my blog's purpose.
I drive a bus for a private bus company (part time) and a CapMetro bus (full time). heaven and hell? facades vs reality? I often feel like I am on 6th and Brazos between the Driskill and the most infamous bus stop in town. A helluva situation if you ask me. so ... I would like to philosophize, ramble, tell anecdotes, and generally provide a safe riding experience for all those readers out there; so get on the bus (gots to be on time you know). Hopefully, I will maneuver close enough to the curb and not think recklessly.