OK THIS GUY WAS ACTUALLY SCARY. He is fucking huge as shit, about 6 feet 5 inches or so and had to be 275+ pounds. A few times on this ride I thought he was going to beat my ass to the ground, and he actually dented the cherished Bang Bus with his big fists at one point. But here I go, getting ahead of myself again. Let me say that this all started with the innocent desire to find 8th street...

I see this big fucking guy walking on the sidewalk in Little Havanna and tell them to pull the bus up so I can ask him directions. The minute I rolled the windows down and got his attention, I could tell that this guys a fighter. He gave the directions when I asked him, but he was hostile as hell, and for no real reason. So I figure that this one is no good and we pull away.

BUT AS ALWAYS MATT throws a stick in the spokes and says that his FAVORITE THING is a big, mean, meaty lug. I pointed out that last time his favorite thing was a handsome college boy, to which Matt said that EVERYTHING is his favorite thing and therefore he is right and that unless I was going to start tounging his rectum I should shut the clam trap ;-)