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Trip Start Jan 05, 2012
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It is true what they say, Greyhound is the home of USA's felons; it brings out the strange, a free freakshow of sorts. In terms of felons I saw a guy who was not hiding the fact that he’d been to prison as he was still wearing the prison shirt. The most standout though is the guy who I spent a fair few hours getting to know. He was covered in tattoos from his neck down. He informed me that the feathers in his tattoos were something he had to earn while in prison, a place he’d earned his entry by assaulting some guy so badly he only stopped because he thought he’d killed him. To earn each feather tattoo he had to stab a prisoner of a different racial gang; the feather on his neck meant that someone he had stabbed had died from the injury…which means I was basically hanging out with a murderer who had just been released from prison and was heading to the halfway house
In terms of freaks, this journey was full of the enormous. First I saw the biggest woman I’d ever seen. She was an African American woman who was about 7ft tall, she had thighs the size of large turkeys (she was wearing tights) and her shoes were probably size 16 mens or somethin crazy. Now, I don’t want to support any stereotype at all but I’ve heard there is a joke about African Americans liking fried chicken and the reason I mention this is because this lady’s bag had a picture of the kernel on it… I just found that kinda funny! Second, a guy sat in front of me on the bus who was probably the equivalent of about four Seth Rogans in one, he has back cleavage that would make Dolly Parton jealous and he ate SO much. At McDonald’s he got a huge meal and then about 20 minutes later he got 20 burritos and proceeded to eat them all one after the other like he was eating peanuts. Finally, there was this lady who reminded me of the scene in Willy Wonka when the girl turns into a blue berry; she wasn’t blue but she did remind me of a giant berry, as short as she was round.
Arriving in Boise was probably the best feeling of relief ever…. I had finally made it!
Boise was like I remembered it. Joy and her family still feel like my adopted family, and Joy’s house still feels like my home away from home! The food is still fantastic as well!
I was only here for a night though as the next morning Joy, Tanya, Dillon, Chris and I headed off in a hire-van on our next road trip adventure!