I DON'T KNOW IF I NEED A TRIGGER WARNING

I don't know if I need a trigger warning, but there will be a trigger involved in this story. I used to take a train to school for high school, not elementary, so don't call. My father insisted that anytime I get off of school, get to that damn train, hurry up, get to that motherfucking train. And I did what he said. All I got to that train, I hustled and bustled until I got a girlfriend. My girlfriend took up all my after school. I did not get to that train at 3:00, like I was supposed to. I got to that train at four, at five, at five, at six sometimes. As a kid that had a girlfriend, I don't give a fuck. I wanted to spend as much time with this woman as I could. I needed this pussy. I don't give a fuck. Okay? My father told me, if you gonna be late again, I'm not gonna pick you up at the train station. You take the bus. A train in my mind is light years away from a bus in terms of public transportation. I've never taken a bus. I'm weighing pussy or bus? Pussy or bus? Pussy or bus? Pussy. Pussy or? So I take my time getting off the school one. And my father gives me a call on my track. And he hit with, you taking, I'm going home. You take the train. In my mind, alright pops, I don't give a damn cause I got this. I'll take the bus, no issue. So I finish. I wrap it all up. I get on the train, saying, goodbye, baby. And I take my train and go all the way down side of town. Now this is where I know I've been explaining the, but this is where it gets fucking juicy. I've never ridden the bus before a day in this point. So while I'm thinking, what do I need to do? What do I need to prepare? What is the bus? I guess I'll just have to find out when I get there. And that's when the train gets to the last stop at the. The doors open up, I get out of my. And I realize it's time for me to wait. I normally get off at about 4:00 o'clock. And it's daytime. Since my father told me I had to take the bus, I was fucking around. It's dark, it's 7, 8 o'clock now. The bus pulls up. And the bus driver, we gonna have to wait a little bit. I give him my fare, you know, I pick a seat in the back, and I lean my headphones on. I'm chilling. I'm thinking to myself, I just gotta wait a few minutes and I'll go. There's nobody else on this bus but me and the bus driver. We sit. We sit there for maybe five minutes. And the bus driver, this woman and this stroller. And he opens up the door. It was an excuse. My description of these people, this ugly ass, big behemoth of a woman. Just ugly. Just ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly woman. Gets on a man. Hop on in a wife beater and some sagging pants. And they got the cheapest ass plastic. I'm talking about. I'm talking about one of them strollers that came with a baby doll. It's got the plastic curled handles. And it's just a little fucking knapsack. A hammock. A hammock. A little plastic hammock for that baby. And it's probably a two, maybe three year old sitting in that little basket. Some little young girl sitting in that little basket. And they pushing. And they get on the bus. And they walk right past the bus driver and don't pay the fare. Bus driver looks into that little mirror and says, you didn't pay your fare. That nigga that got on, he tell the bus driver, fuck you, I ain't paying that damn fare. I'm sitting here, I ain't never been. I'm thinking, is this normal? Do niggas just do this? Do I gotta prepare for this every time? So I'm just minding my business. You know, I'm keeping my head. I'm pulling to New Yorker. This ain't got nothing to do with me. My name Bennett. So I'm over here minding what I need to mind. I'm a child. I'm a child that's a grown man. I ain't got no business interfering. I'm gonna just mind my business. The bus driver, I guess he says, fuck it, it's too damn late. He gives up on the whole argument. That nigga goes and sits in the back. Sits in the back of the bus behind me. The bus driver closes. We wait maybe 2, 3 more minutes. And he takes off. This bus stop is five minutes away from my house. I shouldn't be, but I hop and skip away. He gets on the highway, and mind you, we haven't even been but one minute. We haven't even been but one minute away. This bus is just supposed to get on and get right off. I'm looking at the windows as bus gets on the highway. And out of nowhere, I'm talking about. My hearing was gone. I could hear nothing but the highest pitched whine in my life. Immediate tetanus. Immediate tetanus. I couldn't hear a damn thing. Immediate tinnitus. Nigga, ain't. But you know. Immediate tinnitus. I was baby driver in one second. I don't know what happened. I'm just looking around. My ears. What the fuck? The bus driver slams on the brakes. I see him look into the rearview. We both kinda confused. He looks at the guy back behind me. Said, what the fuck was that? Bus driver says, y'all need to get the fuck off. Just. Just open the doors. He gets up. They get up and he starts. They, you know, that thick, behemous, he would start walking off with that baby in that cheap ass stroller. And that nigga start walking, but he limping. What the fuck? Why he wasn't limping? Why is he limping when he get? I lean over a little bit and look down. In the bus. In the bus is drops of bright red. Just. Just up and down. Up and down. Up and down the aisle. I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck just happened? Now I'm too damn curious. I lean my ass down and look underneath that damn. So I was good. And I can see off into the corner where they was sitting at. A big ass. A big ass .45. Big ass shell just lying on the floor. Ain't no fucking way this nigga just shot himself. This nigga just limped off the bus. All bus driver did, all he do is open up the door. Let that nigga off. And they walked off into the middle of the night. Of the highway. I watched that nigga limped off into the bus. It was just like that nigga limping. Bus driver call the police, as they should. Police start getting reports from. The whole time, I'm thinking to myself, is this what it's like to ride? Is every time I get on the bus, I'm expecting a nigga to shoot somebody. Do I need to wear Kevlar? When I get on this motherfucking bus. This can't be how it is. This can't be. Some clicks in my mind, we still on the side of the fucking road. I wanna go home. It's 8 o'clock. My father don't know where. This crazy ass nigga just. I don't know if this nigga back here was about cause he didn't wanna pay a dollar 25. Pay a dollar 25 to get on this motherfucker. But arguably, I'm glad that whatever you doing? Cleaning it, planning it, just bought it, whatever. That dumbass nigga shot himself in the thigh and had to hobble off in the night. I probably should been in the damn attempted murder. I could have did that. Somebody called me and that nigga need to go collect the check. The moral of the story. Don't fuck your girlfriend when you need to get on the train.