I almost forgot I am living in Denver

The small area of Denver that I occupy has now become my home. I typical don't travel too far out of just one small part of Denver.

I ride the bus to school everyday... same bus, same route, same times and for the most part same drivers and same passengers.

Today I had a few extra things to do so I had to take a different bus. Eventually I made it to the stop that my usual bus and the bus I was on crossed. When I approached the bus stop there was an older couple talking to a creepy, drugged-out looking man on a bicycle.

At first I thought to myself, 'What a sleaz, trying to talk a poor old grandma and grandpa into helping him out while he will only use them for drugs and what not.'

But when I sat down I could hear them a little and see what they where doing. HE was SELLING DRUGS to THEM. What????? He pulled out a prescription bottle of pills and gave them to the old man while his wife gave him as much change as she had in her coin purse plus a dollar.

So then I was thinking 'Oh that's sad, they think the only way they can afford meds is to get them from that loser.' But then the old lady said this to the man, "I wish I had some things to make meth." METH!!!!!!!! This is true too. I really couldn't believe it myself. Then they left the bus stop.