Men rub up the women with their erect penisses pressed against the bodies that cannot move away. Men take out revolvers and rob ladies and men. Most of the people merely sit and stand, tolerating. Modern slave ships really. I watch them from the comfort of my car, they stare at me, sometimes vacantly, sometimes they smile, sometimes they grimace and sometimes they shout at me. Eh whitee! The ships that ferry the people who work or who do not. The conductors can be identified by the fact that they nearly always hang out the entrance as the bus moves away and they have a thick pile of dollar bills folded once along their length and wrapped around their index finger and clamped tightly by their thumb and ring finger. They look as if they own the place.