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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Sunday, September 28, 2003

8:02 PM -

WAG - Some Selected Quotes


It’s been a long weekend... and Sunday is only beginning.

The band road trip was chalk full of things to write about. Some good, some bad, some involving crazy bus driver antics (at least one car was run off the road and another had its front end totally rearranged), some involving duck-duck-goose and a violent game of red rover (I made someone bleed with my charge), some had to do with haunted housing (it can TO be a verb) in downtown K.C., some involving kneeing KU fans when they tried to cut through the band.

Is it bad I wished there would have been a small, quiet riot so I would have gotten to elbow a few more people?

Probably...

Anyway, throughout the trip I recorded funny comments whenever I heard something good and had pen and paper close at hand. Meaning these comments are pretty much exclusively recorded on the bus.

Enjoy.

"Oh... has is been so long that 'Forest Gump' references are no longer topical? I miss Forest Gump..."

“Dipin’ Dots: they look like mold spores, but they’re hell’a good.”

“It smells like potatoes [on the bus]. Not a good, sweet potato smell, but the [starchy] bad smell of freshly peeled potatoes.”

“Don’t throw up on your uniform!”

[After our constantly honking bus driver unleashed his rage against some high schoolers crossing the parking lot where we were practicing, we mockingly said:]
“What are you kids doing at school?”
“Yeah! Did anyone ever tell you kid’s how cool it can be to burn things?”

“New rules! Every man and woman for themselves. Burn, pillage, and rape.”
“In what order?”

“Watch out for [bus] Number Two – he’s a rammer.”

[Person semi-joking on the phone:]
“I don’t think we’ll make it home mom.”

[After running the third red light in a row.”
“We’re going to die.”
“I don’t WANT to die on a GHETTO bus.”

“Does anyone else find it ironic that the bus that wrecked that lady’s car has the 1-800-SAFE-BUS sign on the back of it?”


- More to come later. I have to go to church.
- Have a good day.

'Friggin_gypysy_buses'


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