Today I met Östersunds only superhero. He was an old man driving a bus. We named him "The vigilante busdriver".
It all began when we were waiting for a guy, to open källar'n up, so we could take our stuff. Me and Viktor decided to take some Dubkollektivet posters from the entrance. All of a sudden, a big bus started stalking me. I kept walking, but the bus kept on following me. All of a sudden it stopped, and the door flung open...
- What are you doing with that? asked the busdriver.
- We played here yesterday, so i thought i could take a poster today... I said.
- Ok. Because I know the guys that own this place, and i don't want people tearing down their posters.
It was a nice thought, that could have lead to a nice deed. But it was all wrong. Still i give the man cred.
Östersund is now, officially safe.
Amen.
(The man on the picture is NOT the actual busdriver man, just a silly recreation, due to the difficulties of catching the superhero on camera. If you belive you have an authentic picture of the man, send me an e-mail, and we will discuss a price. Thank you.)
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