Dollar Bus, North Bergen, NJ.
The Making of a
Psycho Killer on the Bus
Mommy, can we go
to the park?
No.
Why?
Because I said so.
But why?
I said so! That's why!
I wanna play in the park.
Play. Play. Play. That's
all you think about.
No it isn't.
Hello?
Mommy!
Shush! I'm on the
phone. Hello?
Mommy!
Shut up. Sorry, I'm on the bus. Hello? What? Hello? Shit!
Mommy, can we go
to the park?
No is no! What part of no
don't you understand fool?
I'm gonna play at home.
Play. Play. Play. All you
do is play. All I do is work work
work so you can play play play.
Hello? Hey baby, how you
doing? I'm doing good now that I
hear your voice again.
Mommy!
Shut the fuck
up. Can't you see I'm
talking! I'm on the
bus. With the kid. Oh, baby stop it. You makin'
me hot.
Mommy!
What?
I want to go to
the park.
You give me a
fucking headache.
Pleeeeease
mommy. Please, please, please.
Five minutes. When I say it's time to go home I don't
want to hear no shit. You
understand? No fucking shit.
Thank you
mommy. I love you mommy.
I love you too
baby.
1 comment:
Wow. New Jersey buses are much more interesting than manhattan buses. Though Manhattan buses used to be interesting, the current demographic of graphic designers and nyu students are not up to snuff when it comes to turning out psycho killer babies.
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