Tales from the Bus

The truck is dead, and I've spent much of the week on public transport, shuttling between home in LA and work in OC.

There are many ways to get from A to B, some good (OCTA bus 721) and some bad (MTA 460 to the Green Line to the Blue Line.) The Green Line is perhaps the most colorful. On my last trip, one kid was telling another how he was nearly shot for wearing the wrong hat. Pfff. South LA, what are you going to do?

When I get annoyed these days, I try reciting my new mantra.

"Through action and through inaction, I have created the life I have."

There is no point in ceding control over my life to random events and then blaming the universe for not giving me the life I want.