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.