Sabres moves back down the aisle towards them schoolboys who was back there. They get rowdy sometimes, but mostly they are good boys. They all ride the bus all the way to some after-school program out by the university, I think. They seem fine and all.

The bus is getting crowded as more people get on. They all look like they're going to shitty jobs. Coming home from shitty jobs, I guess. Going to shitty homes. There's this retard who laughs real hard at this little guy getting on the bus. Not little like little people little, but you know, little like short and shit.

I wonder if Jimmy is back from practice? He had to sit out for like six weeks because of his fracture, even though it was just a hair line. That's gotta be pretty small. Jimmy said he didn't even realize it until he went in for his school physical and he only did that because you got to. So it was like totally random that this thing just picked up on this teeny tiny hairline fracture. And then it took like six weeks to heal.

Sabres guy reaches to pick the quarter up off the ground and he kind of stumbles forward, hitting his head on the back of one of the seats. He goes straight down into the ground like a pound of fucking potatoes, I tell you. Skids his face along the floor, and as he does he lets out the most disgusting belch.