I was on the number eight, heading back down York Road at about two in the afternoon, getting to that really bad part where you can't get off without twenty people trying to sell you drugs, when the bus stopped and picked up this really tall [black] man, about forty—really tall and thin with hollow cheeks.

The forty-eight had just pulled passed him and he was angry that it had not stopped and asked the [# 8] driver about it. The driver told him that that bus did not stop at that stop. But the man wasn't having it, was really pissed off. He was clearly beside himself with anger.

He stops right in the middle of the aisle, up front, as the bus pulls off and looks around angrily. There is only one other white person there [other than me], a man in the seat in front of me. The man is so angry he crumples up a one dollar bill and throws it at the [white] man, hitting him with it. This person is obviously insane, so everyone is quiet. There is something chilling about one of these guys actually speaking English clearly. For my part, I figure this is Baltimore and my expectations of behavior are so low I cannot possibly be disappointed. Now this continues, with him crumpling up six dollar bills and throwing them at this man, bouncing them off of his chest and just leaving them to roll on the floor.

At a certain point the man decided he was done with the Eight and before getting off he made an announcement:

"If you all hear about ten people getting killed tonight, it was me! Remember this face!"

It was just another day on a Baltimore bus.