Because I happened to take a different route to the bus, I actually managed to catch the 66 right away, even though it's raining. The bus was packed full of people, but after a couple of stops, a seat near the front opened up. I sat in it.
At the next stop, a man with that overpowering urine smell that is so popular with the nuevo-crazy-homeless population, stood close enough to me that if I sneezed, I would have headbutted him in the groin. He kept repeating "He committed suicide. He committed suicide." like a mantra. Sometimes laughing. Sometimes sobbing.
He was not wearing earphones.