To New York City

It’s 3:30am. I’m on the china bus. I just listened to 41 pedro the lion songs in a row. I can’t sleep because my head has been bouncing off the window since we left. We just pulled off onto the shoulder to pick up 5 random people. Not one person has talked on this bus since we left. We now have 5 newbies yelling back and forth across the bus in Chinese. At what point do I whoop some ass and show them who runs this thing?

No shoes on. Room temperature lemonade. Aching neck. Smelly passengers. Breathing recycled air. I feel sick.

This is hell on wheel. This is worth less than the $60 I paid for a round trip ticket.