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7.31.2003

My name is Yuke-a

Riding a buzz and a bus, I began my pilgrimmage home last night after my company's coming out party. I was reading my new book, "Che" when a gaggle of boys and girls boarded the bus with tons of energy. I soon learned from their lack of subtlety, and my gift of eavesdropping, they were drunk. They ranged from 11 to 14. Probably. I think. One of the women blindly pours herself into me and the unoccupied seat next to me. She then bends over and starts voraciuosly spewing from the mouth. Not cuss words. Not jibberish. Not audible. But at one time edible. This smell hits us like a ton of bricks. People get up and move. I try not to make more of a scene and embarass her even more than she has managed on her own. Finally I get up. Her friend helps her. Her other friend begins yelling at all of us who moved to get away from the smell of belly acid, "You mutha fuckas! Like ya'll are so high and mighty that ya'll have never partied hard and gotten sick. Goddam hypocrites. I'll take all of ya'll. Like ya'll never got sick before. All ya'll bitches."

I got off the bus two stops early.

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