It’s almost 6am, and the earliest I have ever boarded a bus in Los Angeles. The world outside is dark. Inside, we’re all sleepy. The school girl is sleepy. The man with the headphones is sleepy. The people at the back of the bus, although I’m too tired to turn my head and [...]

There was a man staring out of the window, sitting alone, miles away from anything. Occasionally, he smiled, or spoke, and his words drifted out to the world without an ear to hear them. His dark eyes were bloodshot. His limbs twitched. Every few minutes he would close his eyes and succumb to the feeling, [...]

The 333 is a rapid route bus that travels down Venice Boulevard from the West Side, the ocean, the hippies and the medical marijuana stores to downtown Los Angeles. I get on around midday at Centinela, and pay the $1.25 with a moist note and coins hot from my 10 minute wait in the sunshine. [...]