I’m sitting at the Dayton bus station next to a drunk man. I don’t think he’s homeless. I think he’s a poor alcoholic and drug addict getting by and traveled to Dayton to bury his cousin like he says. This man literally just called the police on himself drunk, because the agent wouldn’t sell him a ticket while he was intoxicated. He’s cussing her out, and the officer said he’d send an officer out, because the drunk man was arrested for trespassing here yesterday. He’s just trying to get to Columbus like I am trying to get to Columbus, but I am not drunk. Hell, I haven’t had a drink in years. Of course, I’ve been trying to get to Dayton, because my bug out bag was in the back of my Mini Cooper, which was repossessed in Springfield, Ohio.