Disneyland on the 33 bus.

After a two mile run on Magnolia to a Vons store. I stocked up on coffee and bought a bag of eight fried chickens. Was I hungry? It was going on eight and he AC at Vons put me in a better frame of mind.
   The #33 bus would be coming momentarily to take me to the PCH and the #1.  I wished to get to Pacific City's shopping center with its majestic view of the beachgoers, pier and hopefully Catalina. My mind began to crystalize into why my manager tried to kill me. Officer Rizzo had told me to get a report on the theft of Dolly, my brother's car, but I had been stonewalled and the Huntington Beach police here would not give it to me.
   "Your case has been closed."
    The Magnolia bus finally arrived. They go every one and a half hours on weekends. I half feel asleep and when I awoke, I was headed in the direction of Disneyland and no longer at the end of Magnolia wish spills out at the beach and fire station.
    "Hey, what is going on here. We are supposed to be on Magnolia, yea?!!
    Totally disgruntled, she remarked, "Jus wait till I find out where I am...You know I am a new driver and..."
     "Mam, I have asthma and need to get back to the PCH!!!
      "Is get you back. Now have directions"
      The driver circled around and repeated her performance driving in the opposite direction. She returned me to "Maggy" Street and the Octa sign. There is where the one bus would pick me up. It was hot, real hot. I reached into my white Von's bag of chicken, but no longer did I have it. I had left it on the bus and it would be no use to squawk.
      The number one bus arrived and I felt safe at last...That is until Beach came up. The bus driver mumbled something and made a right instead of maintaining a PCH direction.
       "We have a slight detour. I am going to turn around at Warner, circle and come back to the highway."
       Shit.. God dam son-of-a-bitch.  I will walk the highway!!
       So I got off and began to walk...But it felt strange.. Yes I carried my knap sack but had forgotten my jacket with my Cell phone inside. And it was unbearably hot. Real hot. But I needed my cell phone even if it meant trading my food money for another cell.
 I then went to my apartment on Florida and napped for a few minutes with the AC on full blast. With my rekindled nerves. I visited station four and brother Mel. I put on the T.V. so he could watch th game.
   "Did you bring a steak?"
   "No Mel, out of money. Take about one hundred out of your trust account and I can fill you up on meat as well as ice burg lettuce. Mel allowed me to eat one of his two hotdogs and I returned to my Florida apartment.
     I still wondered why the manager refused to fix my lock and told me to use "graphite". Thank God my daughter made the call to save my life that October. In the same Indian summer month, I had to go to Kaiser and get a new drug for my asthma.