The Sunbeam bus let out it's earsplitting airhorn blast around every corner, the deep guttural moan, like a tractor trailers emits, was deafening. A heavy plume of greasy diesel exhaust trailed behind the bus like a smoke screen from an Aston Martin DB5. The sun was starting to set and the dark emerald green and indigo blue colors from the foliage and sky were indelible in my mind. I wondered "Well How did I get here"? I considered all that I had been through, I must have dreamed a thousand dreams in my land of confusion but now was no time to ponder the why's and how's. I remembered......... Hunter S. Thompson "Fear and Loathing in Jamaica"
