When you say the word "Bustonian" out loud, five words come to mind: Matt Robitaille and Brian Napoleon. This is the ultimate compendium of the weird and wacky road to the rise of The Bustonian, Boston's only unhinged pipeline to mobile partying.

In the Beginning: The First "Hop On The Bus"

It was a ride on the school bus to Fox Hill Elementary School in 1980 when the world of Matt Robitaille collided frenziedly with that of one Brian Napoleon. The first day of school is always a trek into the unknown but seldom a highway into the future. And the story begins...

Sunbeams withered the morning mist away as Matt Robitaille (aka Robo) bullied his way to the "back-of-the-bus" to slot his territory for the new school year. As all schoolboys know, there are only two seats at the back of the bus, one seat to sit and one seat to prop your feet; and as any well-rounded cadet with a mere flicker of ingenuity would tell you, there is only one-way to acquire such a position: Overtake the back seat...and by force if necessary. For at the back of the bus lies all the fortune of command, control and domination. The other seats were for the minions, peasants and the obsequious followers.

Robitaille wanted the back seat and he sneered as he approached the rear of the bus. The enemy occupied the territory. He looked to the left and then to the right. Standing alone by reason of superiority. He thought.

Robitaille sized up his opponent. "Hey, that seat up in the front is the most comfortable seat on this bus." He said to the mild-mannered boy with the goatee maintaining the back seat.

"Oh yeah, then why don't you go sit there yourself, big man." The kid replied. Robitaille looked at the young boy and said. "Who are you?" The boy replied. "Name's Nappy. What's it to you?" "Nappy, huh? Well why don't you go take a nap in the comfortable seat." Robitaille leered deviously.

Then Nappy stood up to "counter-bully" the "bully" motion instigated by Robitaille and the two squared off. Head to head: in the back of the bus.

Suddenly doppelgangers of fear danced the fandango in triple time amongst the shadows of the two young boys. Mr. Joe, the doomful, dreaded, sinister bus driver called out to the two altercating boys: "SHIT DOWN! THE BOTH OF YOUZ NOWWW!" (A malicious bout with a fork, a chrome toaster and three hundred volts of pure and uncut electric current left Joe with a delicate speech impairment in the winter of '77: From then on his "sit" was "shit" and his "sat" was "shat").

With a whiplash-like pivot of heads, the two awestruck boys looked up in horror as the bus driver approached them in the back of the bus. That cold and callous fall morn', Robitaille and Napoleon experienced first-hand the wrath of the bus driver's robust authority: and they soon found that they respected this bus baron named Joe.

For Robitaille and Napoleon the clout mastery and sheer dominance of the bus driver left them with a powerful taste in their mouths, a taste that shared a flavor of supremacy. No more did they want to sit at the back of the bus. They knew now that the power lay at the helm, with the captain. Only their subconscious minds would savor that one-day they would reign on a bus of their own.

"Hop On The Bus" 2003

Robitaille and Napoleon remained friends for the next 23 years. Through thick and thin, they remained close knowing that someday they would bring back the spirit of Joe, the bus and all the power they experienced that day and fuse together their dreams of bus indulgence.

In 2003 The Bustonian finally emerged from the depths of madness, a mobile potpourri of innovation and inspiration the likes of which hasn't been seen by public eye since famed physicist Stephen Hawking gangsta-rapped his lecture on the basic laws governing the Universe; all from his distinguished post of Lucasian Mathematics Professor at Cambridge University. The bus was plum crazy.

"Hop on the Bus" they said and everyone joined in. "Hop on the Bus" they chanted and the bus began to roll.

Festooned with charm, treasure and "good times" the Bustonian rides the streets of Boston by night: It rests by day. The Robitaille/Napoleon sovereignty: to rule forever the streets of Boston.

The bus, the youthful dreams, Nappy and Robo inevitably came together as one, treating the public to a migrant nightlife for all to enjoy forevermore. With a keepsake named Joe in their hearts and a pocket full of gold, long-live The Bustonian, where the ride IS the party!