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Fuck unicorns. I just go to Austin and catch a show.

I might sit in the San Antonio bus station all night afterwards, but I REMEMBER, dammit.  :lol:

Also, there's a lot of Holy™ in bus stations.  Not the GOOD kind of Holy™.  No.  But Holy™ all the same.

All bus stops are actually in Nashville.

Yes. It's a peak-high-to-HORROR(TM) experience.

I go. I slip through clots of hipster zombies and find My People. We have actual conversations. We trash talk Reagan and hipsters and all manner of evil and stupidity. They tell me about the world beyond AMURKA(TM). I belly up to the stage and the Marshall stacks blast all the Seguin(TM) out. It's like suddenly becoming cancer free, but only for a little while. We say goodbye. And I go to a place that's blasting FOX news and peopled by obese walking dead asking for cigarettes and spare change. After many hours, I board the bus. Sometimes they stop and get the cops because some old guy pulled his dick out at a teenaged girl. He always says she was the one who flashed him.

Not for the faint of heart.  :lulz:

The bus station is one of the few places that you can see the bricks that make up the foundation of America.

I think the bus station is the REAL America. Everything else is a thin veneer, and it's peeling. Rapidly.  :lol:

The bricks are made out of poo.  Just saying.

And the floor is compacted blood and vomit and hard tears.

We build these things, down here in the basement, according to the prints and diagrams sent to us by Hirley0.  This is why everything defaults to main.

Those things, and the benches. The benches are metal with "armrests", so if anyone needs to lie down, they can do so on the floor. Because Nice People would have a motel room...or a car.

And the vending machines. Because a man's last $2 should be spent on coffee that goes all over the floor because the cup always comes down sideways. When his pride is sufficiently eroded, he will LICK IT UP...and we can move on to Phase 2 of the Conditioning.
Scantily-Clad Inspector of Gigantic and Unnecessary Cashews, Texas Division