Coach story number two—the old lady in the seat in front died

London—Darlington, July 1987

That’s it, actually. She died. The first time I ever travelled by bus, and old lady died.

I was young, and it was the first time I was ever the seat behind death.

It was the last time I travelled by coach for the next thirteen years. And the next time I did, someone masturbated at me.

But that’s another story.