I Ride The Bus At Night

Not a deadhensons follow up, but certainly a title that would unsurprisingly wind up on an LP with a purple monster mouth open.

But I went downtown last night to meet an old friend, Gurr, to recap the last year's events. Looking out the window, under the slightest of intoxication, secretly watching my co-riders' reflection, I saw the people walking on the street, thinking, they looked a lot different from the people I saw everyday on the same bus, on the same street, in the daylight.

I came upon a single, self-telling conclusion.

This is when the freaks like me come out. The suits are gone and all that's left are the straight jackets.

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