Derailment

Stories about the strange occurrences that unfold on public transit.

(Click on the title to read the full story)

 

Dance With the Leopards in the Madman’s House

Whatever she was on granted her the ability to dig deep into her vocabulary for profanity that could easily proliferate within the bus’s physical space.

 

Scent Of A Man

The scent was oppressive. We all had no other choice but to comply with it. To just sit there and take it.

 

A Blessing And A Curse

As I was collecting my cash, I realized that the man was standing at the register right behind me.

 

Your Right To Dream

The yelling intensified as did the interest of the other passengers.

 

Day Tripper

You try to fight it, but you can’t and helplessly drift into an abysmal slumber.

 

They Move On Tracks Of Never-Ending Light

And the guitar, it sounded like a carnival and his breath smelled like a beer.

 

People Are Funny

We look like slightly less hairy, clothed apes.

 

The Rail Will Keep Us Together

Many critics laughed at the idea stating the age-old and tired stereotype “Angelenos love to drive”.

 

The Watch Her

It was social anarchy and definitely the most punk moment of my life up to that point.

 

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round & Round

I’ve come across a wide array of people, some of whom wear all their crazy on their sleeve and others who hide it very well.

 

Metro Sectional

It has become a habit of mine to look and palpate any particular bus seat prior to planting my ass upon it.

 

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