Schmeel

Schmeel was getting on a bus. The 16. The poor sap was carrying a box and a suitcase. Wheeling up to board he was pounded by a runningback trying to punch through for the victory touchdown. Only this wasn't a football game and he wasn't a lineman and she definitely wasn't a runningback. Just seconds before he had witnessed her getting berated by a homeless man with a guitar and a scab on his nose the shape of Africa. He had impressively screamed a perfect rendition of Bob Dylan's You've Gotta Lotta Nerve, subsequently parading down the street screaming "FUCK YOU RICH WHITE TRASH i'm not cussing at you god bless you FUCK YOU RICH WHITE TRASH!! BLEss you FUCK YOU RICH WHITE TRASH bless you." Unfazed, she seemed fairly calm about the whole ordeal...although Schmeel should have had a clue as to her sanity when she asked him, just moments before the bus arrived. if he was a hair thief .