Cross country / by bus

As I arrive 2 hours early for my bus, I head toward the check in counter to see what the process is.
Hurry up and wait, I'm due to leave at 8:30am. As they shuffle the lines and move people to different doors, confusion in sues.
I head back up to the counter to see what's going on with my bus, as it's creeping close to 8:30. Upon my return to the counter I'm informed my bus is going to be late and that they should have placed me on an alternate bus to Vegas , however that left 15 mins ago. Here we go.
So the supervisor jumps in and starts a mad typing spree, I imagine she checking alternate routes times etc.
Ok she says, you'll be taking the next bus to Vegas , wait at the priority door it should be boarding . I inquire as to what effect this has on my overall agenda, she assures me nothing, maybe a 2 hr delay difference.
I walk over luggage in hand and relay my message to the greyhound employee named Juan at priority. He laughs as I relay what I've been told , "that bus is going to be here In 2 hrs" he says as he looks at the ever growing line in the terminal.
I leave my gear ( not wise being in la) and head back to the counter . I relay Juan's message, the supervisor again hits the keyboard again. She comes up after 5mins, sure you have to take that bus or I don't have anything until tomorrow .
Crazy, so I wait. With a bus load of people from La destined for Vegas. This should be fun.

Ketch / Catch Up

It's been a while since my last post. Lots has happened since. Los Angeles has shown it's true colors for sure. For someone who is a stand up type of person, trustworthy ; this city of angels is not a place to call home. Everybody is guarded and rightfully so, everybody is out for something here. You always have to question people's intentions.
Luckily I have music and thus my band.
I've stayed in the coast taking in the Venice charm and moving into our rehearsal spot that my bass player and good friend Jay has found. It's not ideal but it's an ends to a means. Coming from sleeping in cars to a couch in a 24 hour noise factory , one might think it's a toss up, but it's a step up and I'm grateful for that. There's something to be said about calling a place home. I'm not sure when that time will come for me, but for now I'm going in the right direction.

Road warrior

As a kid, I'd only known a "road warrior" as one of the dynamic duo World Wrestling Federation tag team partners. The WWF as I knew it , before the Wild Life Federation sued them for copy write infringement.
Today I stand blogging In a Greyhound bus terminal in Denver. Man things have changed. I was scheduled to leave Los Angeles Tuesday @ 8:30am and arrive in Toronto @10pm Thursday night.
I did not anticipate this journey by any means.
I left the rehearsal spot after a rough sleep at about 5:30am Tuesday. Splashing cold water on your face after a screamo band has been rehearsing all night in the room beside you ;just may have disrupted my sleep enough to prepare for this journey.
As I'm walking down the street , luggage and guitar in tow. I pass a spot I walked by frequently , it's a little car inlet where a local rubi has taken refuge. I never caught his name but we always said hi in passing. In a sort of transient universal homeless way. The rehearsal spot is right in the hood, Crenshaw ave in Los Angeles. Many movies depict this hood, but I've lived here , it's the real deal. And as I walk early in the morning, the seedy'ness is just about to go to bed. Pimps are settling down, tricks are getting dropped back off. I just keep to myself and head towards the tube, across the road from Popeyes chicken. You really understand the danger of the area as the fast food places have bullet proof glass not just in the drive thru windows , but inside.
As I lug my stuff up the stairs the working class starts arriving.
Next stop ; greyhound station , downtown La.