So im on the bus #15 riding home after a day at
work, and the bus is hot and crowded and packed full to
the extent where all the seats are taken and people in the 
back are standing. and the Negro saunters up to the front
door, purposely kicking Big Jim (i call him big jim cause
he's pretty fucking big and his name is Jim, gentle as a 
kitty and minds his own business) and Big Jim apologises
to the Negro. then the Negro whines that he wanted the previous   
stop and the driver says you have to ring the bell and he says he did 
ring the bell and obviously he had not. so he rings the bell and
goes off on how white people are so fucked up and all white
people should be fucking shot and then the fool purposely kicks
the early-20's neo-nazi guy in the front seat with his foot, 
just as he kicked big jim. but the neo-nazi guy was NOT prepared to 
take shit off the Negro, and rises to his feet as the bus comes to a stop
and the driver opens the front door.

the Negro punches the neo-nazi right in his face so the neo-nazi
slams the negro back and the scared geese beg the bus-driver to open the
backdoor but the busdriver is more interested in watching the fight 
than letting anyone off. [aside: todays paper has a front page story
about how last night a negro shot and killed another negro on the #6
and then the dead negro's pal retaliated by shooting the assailant in his
buttocks as he fled the bus, leaving a corpse making a real nice mess
on the backseat and tenthousand terrorised passengers stories to
write home about.] so everyones yelling 'back door! back FUCKING door'
while in the meanwhile your humble narrator stands up, throws off his
jacket, and begins to advance to the front of the bus. [aside: why o why
would i do this? why didnt i have a brain like the cowardly geese? 
well, this morning, at 8am, steph woke up with shall we say a painful
leg cramp, and starts yelling out in pain, so when i go over
to check on her, the fucking CAT thinks im attacking her, and promptly
attacks me. this may seem funny, but it left me with 18 scratches measuring
a total of 3 and a half feet, blood everywhere, limping along due to
lacerations on the soles of my feet. cat scratches get so ITCHY too!
so i was in a not very happy mood after a long day at work. i had
just discarded the bandages before i got on the bus.]

so the two boxers are going at it real cute and the bus driver is 
taking sadistic amusement in watching them, making no move to open
the backdoor despite the pleas of his unfortunate passengers. 
i snap. i walk up, to the amazement of the little teengirl i was sitting
with (who i left in temporary and unofficial charge of my jacket), ready
to kick some ass. my fist connects to the Negro's windpipe with a 
rather nauseating but pleasing CRACK. [aside: my only real concern
is that i not get any blood into my canal-like network of scratches, being
cautious not to contract HIV]. the neo-nazi cheers and yells 'WHITE POWER' 
so i apply my boot to his ass, sending him and the Negro flying, down 
the stairs, crashing into the sidewalk due to the influence of gravity.
'yer both a coupla lame-ass punks', i inform them. 'and yer no better, 
you sadistic motherfucker', i tell the driver in no uncertain terms.

i retreat to me seat amid cheers, citizen-hero. my teengirl seatmate
smiles at me and all but spreads her legs. i sneer at her in a nice way.
the rest of the ride home was uneventful.