ericjasongastelum - 7/29/2008 12:49 AM ET
This makes so many memories come back. Remembering when the bus seats were fake leather green. I clearly remember putting my mouth on the back of the seats that taste so sour like party ribbons. Growing up in a broken home with my mother's extremely abusive boyfriends is another vivid thought this makes me look back at. All of that aside, I am very interested to read so much more of this tale. Makes me wish it was a book so I could get totally and completely lost in this story. Thank you very much for writing this I look forward to reading the rest.