Overheard Saturday bus phone call

"Hi mom, I love you. Listen, I have some good news. I talked to legal aid and they think they can work out a plea. You know how much I don't want to go to jail. Tell Dad I'm not going to go to jail. They were trying to tell me I was disrespecting a public servant. It ain't true. I respect the law. I gotta go Mom, I'm on the bus. I love you. I'm not going to jail. I love you."

Discord whilst eastbound

"We're not in Arkansas anymore," she said. "So you should know better than to talk to me like that. I'm the one with the job now. So don't call me bitch."
- overheard today on the 14

Monday commute

"I haven't paid taxes in 15 years," he said, grinning. "People lie on their taxes and get caught. I just don't pay them so they leave me alone."

Looking down the alley near Rosario's

The evening had just started.

Sunday on the 14

The expectation of boarding. The optimism of travel. For others, departure.