Sometimes when I’m taking the bus to work, I sit in the center seat of the very back row, which is raised up above the engine … and all the other seats, and I pretend that I’m sitting on a throne and that the people on the bus are my subjects. The national anthem of my little principality is by Fall Out Boy. (Pete played at my coronation.) The national flower is the purple iris.

My Dominion

UPDATE:

A few readers have inquired about there perhaps being other reasons I might choose to sit where I do on the bus each morning, and I admit the seats in the back do vibrate ever so gently. Frankly, it’s a nice way to start the day. But, I mean, if you were gonna have a throne, you’d have one that vibrated too, no?