Greyhound Diary
By James Inman
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Having just finished reading this book, I had to leave a positive review after having laughed myself silly for the last two nights. At a mere 79 pages, Inman's travel diary reads like a polished novella of the caliber of Paul Bowles.James Inman touches on a subject that many people have dealt with but few people have written about - without sounding like an ad brochure or meaningless moan from Lake Wobegon. This is a great literary tour through an unlisted United States.I gave this book four stars instead of five, because I could've read for another hundred pages or so.
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Greyhound Diary - James Inman
Inman
Introduction
At a card shop somewhere on the road, I found a blank book with Edvard Munch’s The Scream on the front cover. I thought it would be entertaining to jot a few things down. I had to get to Portland and I wasn’t looking forward to the trip. The first few entries were written on a Greyhound bus as I rode out the throes of acute alcoholic withdrawal. Most people would just describe it as a hangover, but a medical term provides a much more lucid description. My original idea was to put down some thoughts for the amusement of my friend Emery, much like Erasmus wrote Praise of Folly for Thomas More. It was somewhere around Omaha when I decided to document the entire journey. Initially this was not intended for public consumption and could easily be titled, A Secret Diary of Hate.
I have altered very few lines, resisting the simplistic urge to cut things that may offend or disturb. This is not a novel disguised as a diary; it’s more like an exorcism. For those of you who have never taken a non-stop bus trip across America, I expect to be speaking to the little devil inside who says, This is just too depressing not to laugh at.
1
I’m sitting in a coin-operated TV chair with 15 channels of gray snow on the screen. The ceiling speaker is blasting horror sounds of Sioux City! Sioux Falls! Fargo! Connecting final call through Gate 13! Final boarding call!
Along the wall a row of violent video games groan explosions of chaos, gunfire and electronic screaming. Stupid jerk-ass dick selling hot dogs and all I needed was a cup for some ice water and he said it was 95 cents unless I had a ticket, I show him the ticket and he throws the cup at me. The bathroom smelled like a steaming wall of vitamin-fortified piss. The speaker is spewing obscenities again: Final boarding call for Sioux City, Sioux Falls, by way of Anchorage, Jacksonville, Los Angeles, Nova Scotia. You’ll be zigzagging across the country arriving four days late, surrounded by nine tick-infested screaming kids! Final boarding call!
I got my suitcase on with no problems. Nobody asked me if my bags had been in my possession the whole time or if I packed them myself like the airport. I could have a suitcase full of heroin, plastic explosives and human body parts. No one would care or notice.
Please remain inside until bus departure is announced. Visitors not allowed on platform! And this is your third round of last and final boarding calls in a series of final boarding calls to Sioux City! Limping along at 10 mph, traveling in no particular direction! With occasional stops at smelly diners, truck stops and run-down terminals, then back on the no-good travel Shit Rod for non-stop boredom with freak-show white trash! Final boarding call!
As I climb on the bus I’m reminded of Dante’s Inferno. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Speaking of hope, I’m hoping some pig farmer doesn’t try to sit next to me. I put my backpack in the empty space as a non-verbal clue to stay back and keep moving. As we roll out on the highway, it’s another public address of No smoking in the bathroom! No alcoholic beverages allowed on the bus! If you have headphones, make sure it’s not as loud as my speaker system or I’ll leave you on the side of the road! No masturbating in the aisle or rude behavior! Sit down, shut up, and don’t stare at anybody!
The lady next to me has a sandwich and I want to grab and throw it at the driver’s head. But he’ll probably say, No sandwich throwing and no pestering old women! Final boarding call!
This is not a smooth ride. My hand is bouncing around the page. It’s quiet now because we all know we’re trapped like bunnies in the jaws of a Greyhound. Sandwich Lady just bent over and stuck her butt in my face to get a snot rag out of her suitcase.
We pass the first town at two miles an hour. This is not an actual road. I think we’re driving across a field. The driver took a wrong turn and we’re now on our way to Jonestown. There’s a signpost up ahead: Welcome to Impending Doom! Occult Masonic Rotary signs bolted across the bottom. We must be collecting the Illuminati. Where the hell are we going?
Here’s our first stop. The speaker system kicks in and the driver says we are not allowed in the grocery store because people have been left there so we get this nine-hour speech about not going in the grocery store because he’ll leave us there. About 10 convicts from some work release program climb on board. A goddamn prisoner sits next to me. He looks like a cross between Madam Blavatsky and Charles Starkweather. The guy behind him is talking about the prison rules and why his cellmate needs to learn a few things about how to keep his mouth quiet.
Here’s another stop the blind idiot driver made. Unfucking-believable. Remember, people who ride the Wounded Grey Squirrel are lower-class, migrant-worker poor, under-$700-a-year earning people. They bring their own food, but the bus does stop at times for people to eat. So, get this—the Brainless Monkey Driver stops at an airport for our dinner break so we have to buy airport food! Expensive airport food, like 20 bucks a sandwich! Nobody has money to buy anything. People are grabbing sugar packets and sharing hot dogs. And of course, it’s an airport that doesn’t sell alcohol. What are the chances we found the Joseph Smith Mormon International