I've been riding Marta for nearly a month now, and I've slowly come to the realization that I was totally wrong about Atlanta's mass transit system. It doesn't suck. It fucking sucks. Wait, let me take that back- Marta isn't all that bad. I mean, aside from the waiting, the beggars, the surly bus drivers, and that one guy who sat next to me and whispered "Somebody's trying to kill me," riding Marta's been a total blast.
Still, I think I've managed to maintain a relatively positive outlook, considering all that's happened lately. Finding out that my license was suspended was quite a shock. But I shrugged it off, thinking: "Well, sixty days isn't such a long time. I'll just ride my bike to work."
Then I got hit by a car.
I was fine (aside from a few scratches, and a knee that swelled up to the size of a grapefruit), but my bike was ruined. So now I'm on the bus. And riding Marta is a horrible way to get from one place to another, because it allows you ample time to sit and ask yourself "Jesus, what the hell happened to my life? I'm 33 years old, and I'm sitting on the bus next to a pregnant teenager."