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...presents... The Bus Driver
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by Scum
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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DAMN I HATE THOSE KIDS! JUST LIKE THE ONES I HAD TO PUT UP WITH IN
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SCHOOL. Unfortunately, it's my job to haul the little fuckers back and forth
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from school. To this day, though, I've never been late or called in sick.
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Always on schedule, that's my motto.
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My name? Oh, it's Willy. Willy Pusler. But those little fuckers call
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me "PUSBAG". DAMN I HATE THOSE LITTLE SMART-ASS FUCKERS.
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7:01-First stop coming up on schedule.
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Suddenly, my pent-up anger took control, forcing me to speed up. Ahead
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of me I could see that little bastard freshman, Tommy, waiting for me to haul
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his little ass to school. He was the one who first started calling me
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"PUSBAG". GOD I HATE HIM.
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He looked at me coming down the road. He got an odd look on his face
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when he noticed I wasn't slowing down.
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7:02-First stop on schedule.
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I swerved and hit Tommy. I could hear his bones snap as he fell under
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the massive front tire. It was a lot like the time I accidentally ran over
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that dog three years ago, only this was a bigger bump, that's all.
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A sudden realization of what I did shot through my mind and it was
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invigorating!
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7:04-Next stop on schedule.
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There were nine fuckers this time around, but I only managed to hit six
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of them. Chuck, a junior, and Julie and Brian, two sophomores, were my only
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fatal hits. I wasn't sure about Kate. It didn't matter anyway, because she
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was retarded. Unfortunately, Paul and Brian would probably live. SHIT, THOSE
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EIGHTH GRADERS ARE HARD TO KILL. You wouldn't think they would be, though.
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7:05-Next stop coming up on schedule.
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I raced down the curving back roads, for once eager to get to the next
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stop.
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7:06-Next stop on the schedule.
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Jenny didn't even have time to dodge. Her small frail body was crushed
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to a pulp under my instrument of vengeance. All I saw was a streak of red
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across the lower portion of the door's window.
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7:09-Next stop on schedule.
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Those two eighth graders weren't as lucky as Paul and Brian. I think
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Cindy's brother, Stanley, got stuck the front of the bus because not only
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didn't I see his remains in the mirror, I could hear something wet slapping the
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pavement below me. In a while it should dislodge itself anyway.
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7:12-Next stop on schedule.
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Unfortunately, the girl at the next stop saw my most recent victim
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dangling from the front of the bus. She screamed and ran into the safety of
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her house. DAMN!
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I pulled over alongside the desolate road and stopped, hoping it wasn't
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going to take too long to clean up this mess. His mangled arm was wrapped
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around the front bumper with only his head and torso still hanging on. I don't
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know what happened to his other arm. I now noticed the streak of blood and
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inards trailing behind the bus. Surprisingly, I wasn't sick or nauseated in
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the least. Actually, it was quite interesting. I had never seen half a body
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before.
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I removed the remains, threw them in the ditch, and hopped back on the
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bus.
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7:15-Next to the last stop coming up...
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DAMNIT! BEHIND BY TWO MINUTES. There were six of them - two girls,
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four boys. If I was lucky I'd get John, Tommy's friend, and the Romero
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sisters. Those little bitches. They were the ones who taped the "FUCK ME, I'M
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DESPERATE" sign on my back.
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I attacked doing 75 mph. I missed John and hit Tony, a senior,
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instead. Being a stoner, he wasn't too much of a challenge. I also managed to
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plow over two of the freshmen. I hit both of the Romero sisters, but I think
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Sally survived. I know Sarah didn't because she was thrown into the air on
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impact and landed with a loud thud on the hood. Her bloodied face pressed
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firmly against the window, leaving a crimson streak against the glass as she
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slid off. I saw her limp body tumble down the road through my rear-view
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mirror. It kind of reminded me of an acrobat I'd seen on TV.
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7:19-Last stop coming up, still behind.
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As I turned onto the highway, I noticed a cop car in the distance,
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siren on, lights flashing. FUCKIN' DANDY! I was already a minute behind so I
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sped dup to 90. If I wa lucky, I'd get there in one piece and mow down the
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last kid.
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7:22-Last stop, still behind.
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He was in sight. His name was Robert Mills. He wa a quiet kid and
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actually quite nice. He was the only one to say goodbye to me when I dropped
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him off at home. The cops were coming up fast, so I had to decide now whether
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I was going to spare him or not. I swerved, not into Robert but away from him.
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STUPID MOVE! There was a semi coming down the other lane, which I hit doing
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95.
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***
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Ever since the bus driver incident five years ago, I've never stepped
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foot on a bus. Some of those kids that died were real fuckers, though. Let's
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just say I didn't shed any tears, you know? Since I took Driver's Ed. last
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year, I can now drive my own car to school instead of depending on my Mom to
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get me there in time.
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Oh my name? It's Robert. Robert Mills. OOPS! It's now 7:01. I
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better hurry to school. I've never been late or called in sick. Always on
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schedule, that's my motto.
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 The Works.............617/861-8976
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |1989 cDc communications by Scum. 09/30/89-#120
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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