The best and truest depiction of Muni riders that has been, will be.
If riding the bus teaches me anything, it’s that there are still reading Zeitgeists. Geo. Martin, say.
Better dragons than dragon tattoos.
Might be the largest hat I’ve seen on the smallest girl.
He looks sleepy, didn’t shave, but did masterful work with the brilliantine.
21 Hayes 8AM inbound
Not quite comfy-looking, but he’s out despite the bumpy ride.
71L after 6PM, outbound
Every day in April that I rode the bus, I drew at least one person. Apologies if this is you, I’ll blame the bus and my stupid fingers, or a lazy disposition whereas concerns drawing.
Missed Connections for Other People (bonus haiku)
Saturday, Inbound 71 around 8:25AM, Lower Haight
You’d a lot to say
Were you wearing a Bluetooth?
Nope, just crazy is all.
Missed Connections for Other People
For SWF, From everyone on the 71
You dripped your umbrella drips into our laps, then you shook it out like it was a spiny, polka-dotted dog.
No one on this bus wants to pursue a relationship with you.
Missed Connections for Other People
The 21 Hayes, Divisadero
SWM for SWM
On one wrist, an expensive-looking gold watch—on the other, a rubber band. You hit me in the head with your briefcase, but didn’t notice, and I scowled at you for a little while, but you remained impassable behind your glasses. What lies beyond those big, dark shades?
Someday this thing’s going to take off like a rocket, zap-zing! to the moon. All you poor suckers won’t be ready, not like he is.
This being the 71, it’s really quite the auditory experience.
Of all the buses in all the cities in all the world, why’d this molar have to pick mine?
Let’s check in with the pigeon cam over at 6th & Market.
Jesus Christ, Sean, I’m being slowly sucked downhill so maybe I don’t want to play your little word game right now.
The nerve center of Muni.
Muni, delivering crushing disappointment since 1912.