I watched a full moon rise over the city. It was dusk and the sky was purple. I smiled in the artificial light of the bus and felt happy. I fell in love again with San Francisco, and was so glad that I moved here.
A couple got into a fight on the bus. She was sitting in the front and went to the middle of the bus where the joint was (it was one of the double long buses that has the weird circular platform connecting the two) to confront him. Was this the start or was it a continuance of something? She came back to the front of the bus after everyone scattered and the bus driver was alerted. A woman lectured her, telling her to be calm. The driver stopped the bus. He started it again. He stopped it again and the couple got off the bus. No one outside of the couple harmed. Everyone shook up.
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