HSP memo 10-18-10: (Untitled)

DISCLAIMER:

>Rest assured, we are not implying that the following conversation took place anywhere near the Democratic Party of Hawaii's Honolulu headquarters. Although it is your right to believe that if you choose to do so.

*Arrives at bus stop. Two shady-looking guys are there, shouting at each other. The faint smell of alcohol is in the air*

A: “So I’m thinking of quitting, man. I-I just don’t give a @#$% anymore.”

B: “Yeah, do it! Do it!”

A: “You-you know what? *pauses* I will! I’m… I’m gonna go home and tell [my girlfriend] the news, man!”

B: “Yeah? Oh yeah? Then what? *chuckles*”

A: “You know dude! I’m a be plowin’ that all night!” *both parties find this hilarious, dissolve into drunken laughter*

B: “@#$% man. How you gonna m-make money?”

A: “*Laughing* I-I dunno. What…time is it? I… forgot.”

B: “Uh…let’s ask him. *Chuckling* Hey bro! What time is it?!”

*I [The Docta]

check my phone and reply, staying a good several feet away from them*

A: “Dude…dude. Where’s the b-bus?”

B: “$@#% if I know. Y-you’re the one who told me not to drive.”

A: *Laughing again* “You’re so drunk, man!”

B: *Laughing too* “Naw, man, you are!” *hiccups*

*Bus comes around the corner*

B: “Finally…oh my god.”

A: *To the bus driver once the doors open* “Where the @#$% were you?”

*Bus driver is silent*

*I watch the two guys in the window as the bus speeds away, while I wait for the other one.*