The View From Nathan's Bus

His name is the same name he gives me every time: Nefarious Peripheral, No Tunnel Vision. When he first saw me, years ago, he...

Don't tell me these guys aren't packing. We're pulling in to the zone at Rainier and Othello northbound, where folks are still roaming about in...

"You know, I find this job oddly relaxing," I told a man with a box of cupcakes. "I basically tool around for eight hours...

She's repeating. We had this exact same exchange five minutes ago. "I'm a little tipsy," she'd said upon boarding, a woeful understatement. "Yeah you are,"...

"Hey." "Hey." "Hey, come on in," I said. "You leavin' now?" "Yeah yeah." "Can you hang on one second? My moms is goin' to the bathroom on the side...

"We wanna go forward, not backward! Works better that way," I muttered to myself and anyone listening. I prefer when the bus rolls forward. We...

"How's it goin'," he said, the twenty-first century version of "hello." Words may change, but intentions hold steady. I was leaving the comfort station...

Everything about the day was fine, except for this headache. I think you know the type. Imagine a subtle, unending brain freeze, surging every...