bus blog-"you know where you are? You're in the jungle baby"

In all the years I have lived here, almost six in total, I have found that the biggest concentration of crazy is in Westwood. The poor poor parents from Kansas who drop off their child at UCLA and go have that final teary farewell dinner at CPK to only be confronted by Spanish Apocalypse man.

"Y Dios envie un gran terramoto en orden a limpiar el mundo de pecado!!! Arrepentirse ahora!!! Ahora es su ultimo opportunidad, Ahora Ahora Arrenppentirse!!!"

And he says this 6 inches from your face.

There is the guy in dreds that smells like a ferret, that has several plastic bags tied around his ankles, wrists and chest, who is actually a pretty good gangsta rapper.

And a whole other cast of characters that have nothing to do with one of the most awesome homeless person performances that I witnessed while waiting for the 761 last week.

This large woman rolls up her grocery cart to the corner of Lindbrook and Westwood, composes herself for a moment and like she is in her own private flashmob, starts march dancing, pulls out a black and yellow ping pong paddle and with her ping pong paddle arm outstretched she starts mumble singing Gun's and Roses' seminal hit "Welcome to the Jungle"

At first I don't know what it is she is singing exactly. It sounds like:

"Welcome to the HEE-HAW. Sprata brata GAMES. We got everything you huh? We got everything you huh?
(and the ping pong paddle goes shaking upward)

"schmee schmee figging huh"

and skips ahead to the part she knows and says "You know where ya arhh, you in the jungle BABAY, you gonna dieeeee!!"

And it was amazing, that was until a Westwood Community patrol person tells her to move along and she goes after him for 5 minutes straight, talking to him, but talking to the air and she can't let it go, until the approaching bus changes her focus.