The Cherry on Top of the Pile of Crap

The Crossing Place Bus I took home yesterday almost ran over a drunk or very disoriented homeless man in the middle of the extremely busy and infamously dangerous road Riverside. In front of me was a very cute Dominican man clenching and unclenching his fists. They were muscle exercises he does in order to infatuate ladies like myself with forearms that expel hypnotizing chants. This past Sunday night our door was broke down and my roommate Jesus' window received a stone. A group of caucasian males thought we were harboring some guy that they were trying to hang and maim. A good thing I had men in my apartment. Today I rode the bus home, and I was going to have to stand again but just as I positioned my feet in a stable position and prepared my eyes to watch the horrors of Austin nightcrawlers a gentleman offered his seat to me and said, "I don't feel right having you stand and me, sit." Nice one. I felt queen-like and in deep gratitude to this stranger. Austin isn't a city where you get offered a seat on a crowded bus. I obliged and sat, but as soon as the hairy-armed man on my left got dropped at his destination, I motioned for the man filled with morals to sit next to me. Neurobiologist/ Psychology major, Amarillo-born, polite, got his car broken into and stolen first week he was here. I never realized how dangerous my life could be, but it has its surprising moments.