Call me Ishmael

The public bus is something liberatingly fucked.
Excuse the French. Well, it's German, comes from the word flikken.
I'm riding the bus, seeing a good wide view of the mountains.
Their beautiful.
My buddy happens to be on the same bus.
He beats the cigarette like a drumstick against the seat.
"Man, I wanted to smoke this cigarette before the bus got to my pick-up. Damn."
He beats the cigarette like a drumstick against the seat.
I spend the entire ride stoic, and I read Moby Dick.
Call me Ishmael. I get to the Carpet-Bag
Almost to Quincy.
I put the book away in my Gym-Bag.
There's no smoking on the bus.