<strong> John Fredricks  (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....sitting on the Bus and enjoying the privacy .......concert seemed to just finish . </strong><br/><br/>John had a cowboy hat on and it was tipped downwards covering his face ...part of him had wished he had a BB gun or something to shot that one light out across the way. How he managed to park the bus in just the right spot so that son of a bitch just about blinded him when it came on was just bull shit.  He was adding a a damn BB gun to the list of equipment needed that was for sure. Grumbling as he was in a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt with his feet up, work boots leaving a nice white chalky substance on the tan leather dash.<br/><br/>This bus was like driving a condo down the road ...he never seen nothing like it . Reaching over to pick up the Rolling Rock to get a sip or two before putting it back down . The music from the concert was blaring over across the walkie talkie ....he could hear the radio cut in from the stage and light crews . The man just listened and continued rolling his perfect little joints as soon he would have the silver tin full of them . One roll of his tongue a twirl of his fingers ...sweet end twist and a flip into the container . Reach over and grab another paper ...hell a trained monkey could do this shit he figured.<br/><br/>Since he no longer had music ....the man leaned forward and turned on the radio as the announcer dude was going on about the concert . Smirking to himself , John just continued rolling as he was about done in this bag anyways . Having caught up on the needed sleep earlier part of him wondered what the zoo would be like tonight , too bad no little sweet thing had come a knocking on the Bus door yet . He could use a blow job anyways but more than that really as he was in a mood again and that old craving for a certain red head filled his mind . As he wondered whatever happened to her as the woman had helped him get over Victor .<br/><br/>His remembrance brought out a heavy sigh ...as his fingers worked the roll on the next joint in his mindless assembly line endeavor. Sad Part was the tin most likely would be empty by the end of the night .