Two young, perhaps mentally challenged, men sit across the aisle from me on the bus.<\/p>\n
One looks to be older, rounder, rougher around the edges, and has perpetually red eye sockets. I’ve ridden with him before and he likes to talk, motor-mouthing amiably to anyone within earshot who maintains eye contact and a half-friendly expression.<\/p>\n
The other is younger, skinnier, and dressed in a more trendy fashion; a hip-hop black and white ensemble including a wide-brimmed, slightly askew baseball cap. They are discussing the older fellow’s domestic situation:<\/p>\n
“So, yeah, I’m tryna get in good with her mom cause she seems kina mad that we’re still livin with her.”
\n“Uh-huh.”
\n“So I do stuff like mower lawn, washa car, take outer trash, an buy stuff.”
\n“Buy stuff? Like what?” Monochrome Hip-Hop raises his eyebrows and leans forward in dramatic incredulity.
\n“Oh, you know groceries and soda, maybe some beers now an again. Clothes, shirts; one time I saw a hat atta grage sale I thought she’d like. That kina thing.”
\n“What about unmentionables?”
\n“Nah, I’m not allowed to have sex wither mom.”
\n“Oh, right,” Monochrome Hip-Hop nods sagely.
\n“So, anyway …”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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