My buddy Johnny was fast. Faster than a school bus even. Because one day gettin’ outta school the bus driver had a problem with my buddy. And he wouldn’t let him on the bus home. A few of us guys squawked about Johnny gettin’ the bums rush but it didn’t do no good. The bus driver called the shots. He closed them folding doors and went on his way. So did Johnny. Our high school was about a mile-and-a-half away if you were driving the streets to our bus stop. We got off and on