Bus wreck

Oh yeah, so on my way back from getting bent over by the Oaxacan immigration gang-bang, the bus got into a semi-head-on collision with, uh, a semi. While coming out of a turn in the heights and wilderness of the mountains a sketchy, rusty 1960's bobtail SMASHED into the front left corner of our bus. The dude stumbled out in a drunken haze. All the passengers took note of this in alarm, "Ay guey! Ese guey anda pedo!" (Aw damn! this fuckin' dude is fucked up!). The majority of us filed out of the bus to check out the wreckage. One passenger got in the drunk's face and starting ranting - yelling - about how there are women and children in the bus, etc., etc., until he popped him in the face. The drunk was unfazed. Without cellphone coverage, some passengers began to get nervous and opted to hitch hike their way out of the mountains. The federal police came by and told us that they'd advise the bus company that we were stranded and would send for another car to take away the drunk. Confidant that a new bus would come, I and 5 or so others stayed behind. Night fell and I waited for us to get smashed to bits by a speeding oncoming car under the pitch black new moon. To my dismay, our replacement bus was the departure from Oaxaca City for Tuxtepec that followed ours. It was full so we had to stand for 4 hours or so until we arrived. Also, the cop car meant to take away the drunk never came. At first the other guys asked him to come along with us and we'd take him to the police station ourselves. He wasn't havin' it. In the end they each got an appendage and carried his squirming mountain bus smashin' ass onto the bus. While en route we came upon the cop car meant to take him away. Strangely he was eager to change vehicles. The fat federal cop never even got out of his car and the drunk hopped right in back.