Best Bus Driver in Queens



If you click, “watch on YouTube”, on the YouTube logo, parts 2 and 3 can be found there.

Uploaded on Jan 6, 2010

This video was named by some guy on the bus ride talking to the film maker of this docu-drama. Made by a NY Film School student, Miss Siji Kompanal, who got on my bus and told me she needed a subject for her final project. She asked if she could film and interview me about my life while I drove, So I got permission from the president of Triboro Coach, who gave me the OK, as long as we met on an early Sunday morning when I would not be too busy and safe… She stayed on most of the day.

Originally posted on BusDriver NYC:

A video of me driving the Q33 in Queens, NY, telling my story several years ago. Part 1 of 3

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Armchair Warriors

Armchair Warriors

Reveling bloody colors
They just love perpetual war
Always moving the goal line to fix the score

East verses West
While the rest of said pests
Getting cut down
At leaders request
Armchair Warriors
Who never saw a front line

Laughing all the way to the bank
Turning Blood into Wine
Weaving Souls into Gold

Armchair Warriors
Got nothing on syndicate crime
Been at it since the beginning of time
Can anybody stop the senseless dying

Reporters and News Junkies
Hustlers and Spunk Monkey’s
Politicians talk of change
We get more of the same phony blame game
We need Leaders
Not Bottom Feeders
Armchair Warriors
Who never saw the front lines

Laughing all the way to the bank
Turning Blood into Wine
Weaving Souls into Gold

Armchair Warriors ©GWPirro 2008

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Everything Matters ©GWPirro 2008

What impression do leave on those impressionable

Are they left smiling or feeling terrible

Are you light hearted or heavy handed

Do you practice what wise man teach and preach

Is your aura happy and content

Or full of mistrust and resent

Because everything Matters

Everything you’ve done gets you where you’re going

Everything your doing reveals your worth or ruin

Do you care what content of character is

What do you hear when your heart calls you

Do you believe your skin color defines you

Do you let what’s broadcast at you define you

What’s goes on inside of your head

Do you feel uneasy alone lying in bed

Do you strive to be an ever better teacher

Or do see yourself a self-proclaimed Grim Reaper

Because Everything Matters

Do you hear a truth in this song

Make your choices, you know right from wrong

To hell with projection of fear

To hell with ever present fear – think now…

Every little boy is your brother

Every little girl is your sister

Lets start by looking into each other’s eyes

Because up-close it’s really hard to disguise

Because Everything Matters

When you hear someone say “I DON”T CARE”

Tell em’ they should and they aught to

The sooner you start believing

The sooner you’ll be seeing

Every thought – Everyone – Everywhere

Everything Matters

[Here is a rehearsal of the song with John Watson, guitar

and Jerome West on drums, back in 2010]


Went from a kid to a hoodlum in no time at all
The games got strange as I got tall
The cigarettes & beer, pot, coke & the pills
Looking back on my actions make me ill
We knew we were crazy, thought nothing was wrong
Rebel against everything, we were taught in rock song
To succeed dad said I didn’t need formal education
He was indeed from another generation
That advice was taken with no hesitation
But dear old dad couldn’t have been more mistaken
i was worldly wise with a poor foundation
I found that out quick in tall buildings I worked
I couldn’t get ahead in the halls big business lurked
Felt as if I was treading to shore against the tide
I could not get there no matter how hard I tried
Then my parent clock started clicking – I wanted to breed
More than an urge – It was a need
Met a girl who could change my world
No room for “may-be”, she came with a baby
Needed good paying work no matter how odd
Started looking real hard for a union man job
Self employed most of my life, I’ve had enough
20 years later and I’m driving the Q18 bus
20 years later, and we’re still in love

Mind Meds…

Color does not matter

Character does matter

Don’t tell me about your color

Tell me who you’ve helped today

Did you help one burning out of a frying pan

If you are seeking answers

You must ask the right questions

Lately they’re all are in wrong directions

Finger pointing madness

Few actions of kindness

The world’s mesmerized by darkness

Children baptized in fires of ignorance

Desensitized by TV’s insistence

Everything’s relative

Nothing’s definitive

Everyone’s defensive


The New Holy Trinity of the Warped Society

Confusion – the Epitaph of the Human Race

A Brave New World – Indeed

Mental Medication – the New Sacrament

Of the “Liquid Crystal Display

Brain Drained Generation”


Live Longer – No Regrets

How much different would my life be
If I didn’t leave New York in the seventies
Would Chris Ronnie and I have gotten signed as a band
Would Lori and I still walk hand in hand

Who knows – I don’t know
Who cares – I just wonder

Left New York to work for brother up north
He died five years later – I just couldn’t go forth
Closed it down – Moved back to hang with dad
For two years straight – Lots of laughter we had

Then he died – Again I cried
So long ago – So long ago

It took me some time – but I’ve built a life that still grows
A garden of love – I like the ways it shows
That garden is my family & we are all blooming nice
No rewind – Just fast forward – Pay the price

Now I laugh – As much as I can – and do
Everyone laugh more – I hear you live longer too
Who knows – I don’t know
All I know – today – I have no regrets

Prison Grounds/Breeding Grounds © GWPirro 2015

That church murdering bigot
Was psychotically mistaken
Shooting nine people
While babbling race war nation
The medication he was on said
Might make you crazy if taken
But it was in jail where he got
A lot of that neo-nazi education
Prison grounds are breeding grounds
For racist insanities
Inmates stripped of humility, pride & dignities
Lowest common denominator
Applied across nationalities
There is little if any correction in prison
But lots of negative reinforced situations
Character assassination from
The moment of incarceration
All part of the
‘Hate Your Fellow Man Program’
The dumbing down battleground
For mind and soul
Thru fear and intimidation
The young ‘schooled’ by the old
The ways of fear, pain & hate
In ways rarely told
All that ugly knowledge pours to streets
When the indoctrinated are released
Like a virus invading
Little chance of escaping
The illness & sickness of prison business
Media spun tales of distraction
Refocus attention
With perfect teeth & smiles
Feed propaganda to the masses
Turn viewers to jackasses
Confusion / distraction – tools used by the few
To control the many
Best wake up
To fact – fast and plenty
We are all one
Under this Yellow Sun
Floating in space somewhere
In this corner of the galaxy
In the middle of nowhere
Gasping for air

Happy to be Daddy

I didn’t do so good with formal education
I never got the video game fascination
And I never prayed to God via deity idolization

I don’t like bending elbow at a bar
When I drinking never wanna drive my car
But when I do, from my bed, don’t wanna be far

I never got that Death Metal Music, all darkness and negative
Life should strive for beauty, I try to stay positive
Always looking for balance, everything is relative

The choices we make, make us who we are
On a planet, in space, amongst billions of stars
And success only comes staying true to yourself and heart

I made the choice to be daddy a long time ago
So glad I said YES, and didn’t say NO
Love my life, kids and wife, and happy to say so

Summertime’s Womanhood Pride

  • When green returns to trees
  • Spring is in the air
  • The warmer it gets
  • The less cloths people wear
  • Ladies best – to choose outfits with care
  • Now don’t think me rude
  • But to most men it’s quite alluring
  • To watch woman strutting nearly nude
  • Like a Jr. High School boys dream come true
  • Be aware of the “why”
  • The boys are gazing at you
  • You have come a long way ladies
  • But boys still have a libido
  • Exciting the mind is inciting a show
  • So let it all hang out
  • But don’t be insulted or surprised
  • By leering & cheering & mesmerized eyes
  • May-be sizing you up as a mate or a prize
  • Perhaps spawning thoughts
  • Of what’s wrong in their lives
  • Comparing past lovers & girlfriends & wives
  • Or why someone like you
  • Is not in his or her life
  • With no care of the effect
  • On ones psyche or neck
  • You prance through the day
  • ipod turned up all the way
  • As loose ends flutter
  • With each step in your stride
  • Showing off your stuff
  • And your Womanhood Pride

Anything Can Happen

Short little man in a pink shirt
In front of my bus jumping out of his
Oversized pickup truck
Just another roadside jerk
Thinking about his problems
While pressing his luck

Gum chewing housewife driving a jeep
Blocking all traffic in the middle of the street
I honk – she flips me the bird
And calls me a creep
I smile and go round and wave as I do
Another day on the Q18
I have people to move

A typical day of the job
Treating everyone as they should be
It’s not all that bad still after 14 years
But driving the bus in Astoria NYC
Is still a thrill a second
Because anything can happen
And usually does…