stories of the every day perils and discomfort of riding public
Going home on a late night bus surrounded by drunks and
Homophobic grannies and an old man raging against the filthy,
longhaired, scummy young people.
Annoying hippie harrass's the other passengers until he
finds a like-minded airhead with a plan for world peace.
The bus I'm riding is hit by a truck.
1986-1987, mini, 8 pages, $.40 (each)