What follows was begun late the previous night on a bench and I crashed before I could post... wait a sec, this title sucks.

The last bus out of Medford Square, after having taken the last from Davis, has managed to seem like a ritual, even though this is actually only the third time I've taken it. Not often enough to be sure that there is, in fact, a bus coming

I almost wrote "a-comin'" there, but that wouldn't work. Anyone in favor of renaming the bus so that it does? Something that could fit in with the sound of a glass tube sliding up and down the neck of an old telecaster? Just a thought. It occured to me at some point to write a story akin to Don Quixote only about a blues man born tragically in the wrong era and in fact universe, believing all the mythology to be fact. Unfortunately there's a movie that was made a while back where a kid who thinks that the folklore is just folklore and finds out that he's real after convincing an old blues man and friend of Robert Johnson to teach him the blues, all Karate Kid style. And to make sure the audience didn't have to recognize that parallel on their own, it starred the Karate Kid.

Actually despite my jest it was a solid flick. Not great cinema, but it had some good music and a guest appearance by Steve Vai, who is, to use the technical term, fucking incredible.

Tonight there were plans to snag some last minute tickets to see Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello in Worcester, but I mistakenly believed that Paypal had made friends with say, any ticket broker at all, and was SOL. Instead I wound up watching High Fidelity with a couple of friends I met in Cambridge at the meetup I wrote about below. I don't know why I haven't seen it before now but sweet bumbling fuck do I fear becoming John Cusack's character in it in 6 years.

Anyways, part of the reason I've not been posting is because I do this at night and I've been spending a lot of evenings with these people. Hence the late busses, and I'm beginning to think that this one isn't coming.

A question for Schrodinger: If you're waiting for a bus that may not be coming is it simultaneously coming and not coming until it either gets there or you say fuck it and start walking and either it passes you by and you get pissed off or it doesn't and you end up walking the rest of the way?

Fuck it. That was the same cop car that just passed for the sixth time and I'm on the corner wearing a trench coat