Bus crazies

So, I'm back from Newport. And I had interesting bus rides in either direction.

Going there:
There was a crazy lady who very vocally told everyone her opinion. She kept going on about how she felt blessed to be an American, and how wonderful it was. And she was of the opinion that all the Mexican immigrants came to America for the social security program. Right...thousands upon thousands of immigrants, many illegal, are coming across the border for a compulsory super-annuation scheme. And then she busted out the most amazing comment ever, that she like American money, and thought it was really pretty, but that they should change the faces on them because of the wigs, and they should be swapped for something "more American". The mind boggles.

On the way back, I had a big chat with a guy who grew marijuana medicinally. According to him, with an Medical Marijuana licence (which you can get from the Dr.) you can legally grow, buy and sell with other legal folk. So him and a friend of his made their living by selling weed to people with a license to smoke it. He said that his friend was making $17,000 every 45 days. I'm not sure how much of this was bollocks, but it certainly makes you think.

Newport was interesting to go back to. Surprisingly, most things hadn't changed much, and I was able to find my way about without too much trouble, even based on memories more than a decade old. Everything was smaller than I remember too. Pictures later.

Oh, and the guy I was talking to on the bus? Told me about how he randomly got punched at a party by someone. They just rocked up and punched him as hard as they could. His face was completely destroyed, he needed $40,000 of surgery, his eye socket had to be replaced, and had pins all up and down his nose. And he had the scars to prove it.

Fucked up shit, that.