I Travel United States on Greyhound Bus to Discover Real America

I travel United States on Greyhound Bus to discover real America.

First of all, Americans use too much salt and pepper.
Do they still screw in the back of the bus? Do they invite you to join? Do they salt you?

I remember my first cross-USA bus trip. A bunch of us in back were drinking, smoking, groping, all that stuff. We threw butts and empty bottles out the windows at pedestrians. We chanted dirty poetry. (This was before most portable audio.)

Were we the Real America? Close enough, I guess.
 
I was born in the backseat of a greyhound bus....
Rolling down highway 41..

My new great-nephew Zeb was born yesterday. The day before, his 3-year-old brother Ton asked if they could drop it off at the pound -- that's what you do with extra puppies, hey? Today Ton rubbed Zeb's head and said, "I love it, but do we have to take it home?"

Back seat of a Greyhound sounds like an appropriate venue for many.
 
Thank you for sharing! I now spend night at Blue Swallow Motel on Route 66. Update tomorrow!
How much blues did you swallow? I'm thinking of THE SHOPPING BLUES:
I got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
Yeah, I got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
Buy me a tombstone, and be pronounced dead​
Be sure to stop at all the Route 66 museums along the way. Take plenty of money and you'll find the Real America. It's in the juke-joint bar out back.
 
"I now in Chicago. Very interesting! Like being in old wild west America movie!"

"People shooting guns all day and night like fourth of July! My taxi has seven new bullet holes!"

"Luckily, they kill Uber driver and not me!"
To see the Real Americas, you should travel the Carretera Panamericana, the Pan-American Highway, from the Arctic Circle to Tierra del Fuego. You will collect many new bullet holes along the way. Some exciting drugs, too. You may need them. Oh yeah, there's a town near the Mexico-Guatemala border where the women run naked all the time. Some blame the ants. I think it's joy.
 
On a greyhound bus,
Lord I'm traveling this morning
I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans
Been driving these highways,
Been doing things my way
It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean
 
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