If you receive an envelope full of glitter that is sure to get all over the damn place, it wasn't me!
Orangutans: they’re just like us!
THIS DOG TAKES HIMSELF TO THE DOG PARK ON THE BUS BECAUSE HE IS A GENIUS AND HAS LIFE FIGURED OUT MORE THAN ANY OF US.
Some guy signed a contract to buy the dormant missile silo in Roswell, taking it off the real estate market and proving that people are actually as bizarre and magnificent as they seem.
A man who was apparently wearing body armor was shot and killed near Constitution last night by APD. The story is still unfolding and there are many questions surrounding the incident.
A guy found a trap door in the closet of his recently rented studio apartment that lead to a secret dungeon. So...that’s totally terrifyingly creepy.
I was standing up on the Redline coming west down Central by the far back exit when a loud voice snarled: “Is there some reason why your ass is in the back of my neck?!”
If you’ve ever ridden the bus in Albuquerque, you’ve shared the ride with numerous veterans, some better off than others, but most of them pretty much winging it.
You can see them with their canes and their bad knees and oxygen tanks. Some will stare you down. Some avoid eye contact altogether. A lot of them wear hats festooned with trinkets. Some wear bits and pieces of old uniforms.
The veterans that are the worst off appear homeless.
At the sound of the voice behind me, I leapt forward in a panic, unsure of what was happening, prepared to defend myself.
It turned out that I had mistaken a man’s neck for sections of plexiglass I often lean against to keep my balance.
As soon as I caught a look at his scowling mouth, his unkempt hair and repaired glasses (before I even took stock of his tattered camouflage pants), I knew who I was dealing with. Someone that had ridden in troop transports and cattle cars, someone who had slugged through mud and shit. Someone who had come unglued. Given his thinning hair I guessed Vietnam.
Here he was on the Rapid Ride, purposefully avoiding the Local 66 Bus because it was too much like a cattle car—too crowded, too loud, too riddled with despair—and some thoughtless asshole sits on his neck.
Seeing all this in an instant, feeling the strain of his madness in an instant—the impatience, the frustration, the nagging anger and rage—I made a vigorous apology and shifted my position.
Recently the City of Albuquerque has opened a new Rapid Ride stop in the heart of “EDo” at Central and Edith. It is currently operating on a trial basis. It saves me having to walk through the tunnel under the railroad tracks to the Alvarado Transportation Center. This tunnel is no joy to walk through. It smells like piss and shit, frequently has bodies strewn through it, and drivers feel compelled to honk their horns as they enter it as some sort of homage to the downtown. So you can understand why I prefer Central and Edith.
When we reached the new stop, I touched the veteran on the shoulder and bent down. He probably hadn’t been touched in years.
“I’m a veteran, too,” I whispered, “I understand.”
Without turning in his seat or looking up, he nodded his head and briefly touched my hand.
I got off the bus.
Take the Central bus out of Downtown until 1:30 a.m. on Friday and Saturday nights.
Fatal shooting last night.
Commissioner Wiener says he’s going after the photographer who took the snap of him in a notorious red-light district in the Philippines. (He lost Tuesday’s election bad.)
Why is the weather in Westeros so crazy?
Political reporter Haussamen comes out against LGBT discrimination.
City comes out against unending yard sales.
Republicans in Florida outlaw voting on Sunday to suppress the African-American vote.
Jeb Bush says something nice about President Obama.
And ex-Prez Clinton says nice things about Mitt Romney.
Mr. Rogers remixed.
A forest-themed nightclub in Seattle.
Flaming Lips post naked pictures of Erykah Badu and her sister, angering Badu.
Parents’ blood and spit can reveal fetus’ DNA.