Going to Alabama Part one: The bus ride over.

So As you know I was leaving for Mobile, Al on the 21st of this month. I got all my stuff ready not looking forward to the 2 day 19 hour long ride to Alabama but still optimistic about the fun times ahead. We got to LA with no problems, and right on schedule I had slept most of the way to LA, other than the few stops we made I talked to a Man named Che, he was funny and smart. I had a 2 1/2 hour lay over in LA at a station I was told was a really bad part of town so I stuck right to the line to get on the bus, and down say next to me a boy named Jessie, We talked for a long while about a whole bunch of stuff and up walks a guy in black and white camouflage pants and a cowboy hat. He asked if this was the right line to get into and was telling us that we were going to be "smelling a lot of ass" on these buses.
Thus began day 2 of the bus systems to AL, We got to Phoenix, AZ at 6:50 am Jessie got off but we loaded up the bus so pretty much every seat was full, there were only 3 seats left on a 57 seat bus. so we drove away next stop Lordsburg, NM. Only,, we broke down, 8 miles out of Wilcox, AZ. after we played on the bus for a while and waited for some mechanic we found out it was the fuel pump. A fuel pump that no one could change, but there was a bus behind us. The bus came around 2pm, but they already had passengers on board, So the Older people, and Children were unloaded off the bus and onto the rescue bus, while the rest of us average people had to stay. As soon as the bus pulled off I let everyone know, "when this happened on the titanic all of us died"

(I will finish this in a bit I'm going out on the town)