On the 14 Mission

He boards the bus without paying and then marches down the aisle headed straight for the backseats, his long leather coat swinging with his gait. As he passes by the middle of the bus he lifts his hand to his mouth and takes a toke off a brown joint rolled long and thick. Soon the back of the bus is heavy with scent and smoke yet the driver continues the route down Mission Street and no one once looks back to see what's going on.