One mans cellphone and one long, boring, and crowded, bus ride home.

It's 10:00. I just hopped on the 202 westbound from pecos and flamingo.

10:02 I'm about six miles from home. Eta 45 minutes till I get to Decatur & Flamingo...

10:03 First thing I start to notice is the hearding of cattle is a little larger than normal at this time.

10:04 I found a spot in this mess. Standing where the handicap accessible spot is on this semi new "Deuce" bus.

10:05 Standing to my left obvious stripworkers. To my right overzealous kids on a cheap honeymoon in Vegas for the first time.

10:09 What would appear to be a very hungover/drunk/tweaked out tourist in a suit just boarded and wedged himself in here. He looks like he's had a rough week in vegas, judging by his shave and clothes that don't really fit. He's going gray in patches of his beard.

10:18 Relatively few major stops. 'Is this a partybus!?' One man chuckles in frustration as he heads toward the back.

10:19 'How often do these busses run?' asks a newcomer to the club when he's denied access due to maximum capacity.
10:19 Busdriver replies 'Every 15 to 20 minutes'.

10:22 The New guy who just sandwiched himself against my arm doesn't notice how easily I could have grabbed his wallet when I fumble in a pocket for my phone.

10:24 Finally reached the fucking strip.

10:30 Fuck... a layover and I'm 3 miles from home.

10:40 Off the bus.

10:45 Reached halfway point to home.

10:50 Time for a shower to knock off the stink and dirt of the outside world.