Walking Death and the Train Crazy’s

I’m suddenly feeling like crap… you know, that "sick ache" that comes over your body right before you are taken down for the count with fevers and chills, and coughing and walking DEATH?!

Yeah, that’s what I feel like and I’m not liking it. I do NOT want the flu.

I blame the train, I didn’t take the train all last week, so my body got weak against the evil HORDE of germs that marches through that place.

What a perfect place to start writing about the crazies I’ve met on the train… just this week! and it’s only Tuesday!!!

So first of all, I’m standing there at the train stop reading my book and not bothing a soul. I hear a homeless man wandering around begging for change. I’m pretty evil and I usually ignore them.I don’t want to encourage them by having eye contact and I don’t like saying "not today" and hearing their nasty reactions (because the bums in LA are fucking mean and they think since you aren’t a bum, you should just have change from the heavens to give them when they come stumbling around. Uh no! And if you are a lover of the panhandler, then that’s good for you, but I am not! Most of the ones in LA are faking it anyway.)…

Anyhow, I hear him coming (and soon after smell him) and I just keep my nose in my book and I don’t look up. I am also scared if I say no they’ll just pitch me onto the train tracks and I’ll die, so it’s best to act like I’m deaf. haha.

So anyway, he comes up and weaves around me begging just at me (nobody else is in my general area) and when I don’t look up after his fourth circle around me says "Your book is gay!" and walks away.

Riiiiight.

What. Ever.

So I think I’m done with him and i look up as he is farther down the platfom. Definitely not a faker. His hands are BLACK (and he is a white man) and his hair looks like dreds gone bad and he’s filthy and really messed up.

Oh well. I get on the train and sit and read some more… and then he comes into the car!

And walks up and down the aisles basically insulting anyone who won’t give him anything. He is so smelly that little old ladies are pulling their shirts over their faces and this makes him more mad. he gets some change from a girl who practically laughs in his face (why she gave him money,i don’t know) and then he starts to rave about how we are all rich and we are all lawyers and if we gave him money he wouldn’t stink anymore.

Riiiight guy.

I was very happy when he decided to leave. I’m always scared of them just losing it and then hurting people.

Anyway… fast forward to this morning when there were the kissing fighting lesbians.

it was very odd.

It was two black women. One was in a security guard uniform and the other one was really short and looked like maybe it was her kid.

Until they started making out.

I was at first appalled, because the security chick was obviously older, while the smaller one looked no older than 15 or 16 years old! It wasn’t until they sat down and I was able to look closer that I realized that she might be a bit older. She was dressed like a ‘thug" so she was obviously the more masculine. Anyway, after all the kissing while they stood up (at the pole in the center of the seats no less!) they sit down and start fighting, slapping and yelling at each other. The most notable exclamation? "STOP KISSING ME!!!!"

yep.

And I wonder how the security feels about it’s employee making such a scene on the train.

whatever.

there were also twin native americans. They looked cool, but almost like statues.

There was a REALLY TALL asian chick, who I couldn’t tell if it was a man or not. But I think it was a chick. just really broad shoulders and big hands.

*blink*

Heshe was pretty tho! I sorta miss the pretty tranny that I used to see when I took the later train. They had style.

Anyway, I think that’s it.

My sick feeling is not better.

I blame the train and I blame the nasty people who swirl their germs all over it.

I usually wash my hands a good three times as soon as I get in, but I can’t kill EVERYTHING.

I WANT TO GO LAY DOWN.

But I can’t.

Lunch in 30 minutes. Home in 4 hours.

I hope I make it.

maybe I’ll have some tea after lunch.

blah.

oh yeah, definitely gonna have some BBD later.

One section a day is better than nothing i guess!