That was a first. Two actually.
I’ve been catching buses frequently in this town for the best part of seven years, but on today’s trip home I experienced two things that I’ve never had (nor really wanted) to experience before.
To begin with the bus seems to have become the meeting place for the “full-retard teenage collective”, there were about a dozen of them, some still in school uniform, some (hard to tell how many) stunk of cigarettes, and about half of them were carrying open cans of alcohol. Loud, obnoxious, and I seriously doubt any of them were 18. Oh, and they were almost all female.
One of the more “intoxicated” little sluts was sitting behind me and started to poke me in the head. And apparently she didn’t like it when I told her to fuck off - or my idle threat that I’d cut off her hands. First I copped a heap of verbal abuse. Then some more. Then some from one of her dirty school-uniform-wearing-alcohol-carrying mates. Then some more. Then as she went to get off the bus she cam back and had some more to say. THEN SHE FUCKING SPAT ON ME, and wanted me to get off the bus for a fight. What the fuck is wrong with this place.
So first number one - verbal abuse (most of which can not be repeated). And first number two - being spat on by a dirty little whore.
Oh Newcastle, sometimes I love you and your abundance of inbred, shit-for-brains, cigarette-smoking, alcoholic teenagers. But most of the time I wish they’d all just fuck off and die somewhere.
