Today I woke up earlier than other days. A week ago, I began planning a short trip for the weekend outdoors with my girlfriend to leave the busy city and its problems. Together we prepared everything with anticipation, money saved and a bag of clothes.
It was Saturday at 5AM. We took a taxi to the bus terminal and our bus was about to leave. We called back the cab driver taking us four more blocks closer to the bus and ran our of there, pushed my girlfriend so she could grab the pole on the bus door and get in the bus while it was moving forward. These buses that don’t stop for you, or assume you will catch that pole to get in are called “Chicken Buses” because you can see lots of things going in there, from people selling things, to of course the chickens, but the “Chicken Bus” name does not come from seeing these chickens, it is called a “Chicken Bus” because you feel like a bird in a cage, too crowded and no space.
I like the mixture of cultures and races in the chicken buses. Lots of people use these buses to go to work, others to sell, and others like a bunch of foreigners, my girlfriend and I, for vacation. The bus took 45 minutes to get out of the city. These buses are known to have “aerodynamics” because you can see these damn buses speed at 65mph drifting in a curve where a sport car struggles to make it out of it. Of course, these buses are not equipped with any kind of safety measures, and the pilots are drunk most of the time. Lots of accidents happen because drivers do what they like or drive how they feel, but who cares as long as we get there right? And as a passenger, what else can you do?
The bus my girlfriend and I where in was full of children, seniors, teenagers, and ladies… even pets and the chickens. The bus driver was laughing the whole time, sometimes even closing his eyes for long periods of time (long periods of time that can cause an accident), wiping his laughing tears from time to time. The assistant or the so-called “brocha” was laughing as well, turning the volume of the radio louder and louder every time. I started to get a bit worried because his laugh was making me think of the worst. My girlfriend, so innocent with no idea whatsoever, was watching the Guatemalan landscapes and enjoying how a German guy was trying to hook up with an indigenous woman. While she was enjoying the spectacle she was taking pictures of it. The only thing she does not know is that those pictures are going to be remembered forever.
While I was watching two kids playing “ball in a cup,” my girlfriend said something that caught my attention, “We are going faster than I expected, like this, we are going to make it on time for lunch at the place you love…” Until that second, I realized the speed we were going. It was too fast. I turned to the bus driver who was drinking some yellow drink, making faces when he was swallowing the substance. It was obvious that the driver and the brocha were drinking “Something”.
I began to get paranoid, thinking of the worst possible scenario and I was about to get up and tell him to stop the bus, get out and take another one, when the bus slowly stopped. The driver stopped the bus in a gas station because he needed to take a leak. I decided not to worry and I tried to take a nap. I was falling asleep when I felt my girlfriend’s kiss, smooth and sweet as always, but at the same time an electrifying noise was coming like a stampede from the driver’s seat. The driver had fallen asleep at the same time as me, when he woke up, it was too late.
The noise was coming from the tires, crying and screaming when trying to stop. When I realized what was going on, I fully waked up… it was too late. I remember grabbing my girlfriend trying to put her between me, covering her with my chest and then, the sudden call of death; it was solemn silence… there was no sound at all… even the wind stopped. It seemed like we flew…and we did, closing my eyes keeping my girl with me, the bus precipitate to a cliff, it felt like slow motion, flying for more than an hour. I did not feel the crash… I only remember that right before the impact at the end of the cliff, everybody’s voices and screams and prays drained my thoughts and I saw how the bus was getting sponged with gravity.
When I opened my eyes, I saw my girlfriend clean as an angel, “sleeping” I thought. She was calmed, with a spiritual smile on her face, warm and sweet as always. Suddenly the damn silence came back; even the birds were quiet, like a way to mourn the newly dead bodies. After a couple of hours, the fire department began taking out all the bodies, one by one, starting with the “brocha” who died with a pole stuck in his chest.
The children, the seniors, the tourists, and the chickens were taken out of the bus, some of them in pieces, some of them complete. I felt two fire fighters trying to separate me from the roof. Inch by inch, my skin was ripping, some pieces stayed impregnated on the roof, others were gone, calcined by the fire.
One of the firefighters who rescued me held my hand and slipped my graduation ring off my finger. He put it on his finger and shouting at the others, “Look, now I am a professional!” The rest of the men laughed. I was furious… furious with the driver, furious with the irresponsibility, furious with the firefighters, furious that my trip will be cancelled. I was wishing in my mind for the driver to be dead, but he wasn’t. He escaped and the police never found him.
That same driver was involved in four more accidents, with same results… lots of dead bodies spread on the highway, until the last one when he also died smashed between the bus and the tree.
My trip was cancelled permanently, thanks to the bus called, “Estrellita” (little star). I saw everything… I got killed when the bus impacted the ground. I was watching how the fire fighters took my body, stole my money and ring, and how the sky was illuminating the scene like it was waiting to take all of us. I saw how my girlfriend tried to live begging for help but before she could notice it, she was watching the horrifyingly circus next to me.
Ironically, the picture that made me laugh at first sight was the one my girlfriend took after we got in the bus. Above the driver’s head facing the passengers, in which a big sticker displayed a tag that said, “I drive, God guides me.”
Hey sup dudes… as my title says Im looking for somebody who wants to be my “penpal” with Korean and Korean culture itself. I met this amazing culture long time ago and I learned a lot of its culture between those years, from how to drink in front of an adult to how to read and write. 
Youtube Comments: Hate a la carte
30 06 2008From all the places around the world wide web, youtube is the best for insulting everybody. From a “funny” guy uploading a video who deserves a “Kill yourself” comment, to those who are making fun of something really bad in society (racism for example) and is always a buffoon willing to call himself a nazi, and of course he deserves 100000 comments informing him that he is an asshole.
I admit and accept that I am one of those millions of haters in the youtube world. But why is that? We are a bunch of spoiled hypocrites that don’t have the balls to say it in front of some body or do we actually like to hate everybody?
I find myself laughing my ass off when I write a nasty comment and somebody answers me back, is a discussion that never is gonna end. I still don’t understand why youtube users have too much interest humiliating a person in writing. Sometimes I get so pissed that I wish I could have them in front of me to choke them with my car keys… And this hate is kept in our guts… until a Asian blows a college, or a son of Marylin Manson kills everybody. That is called an implosion. But the reason is not the comments itself, is the videos posted on youtube; while some are depicting women as whores, others like to brag about their latest record going 300 miles per hour in daddy’s car. Even the smartest video ever, receives a comment made by a greenish big ass frog that calls himself a human.
I can’t tell the reason of this hate, and how people love hating people, but its fucking beautiful.
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