It was like, dude. And the homeless woman was like, BLAAAAAH!
The other night some lesbian friends of mine had a Talking Heads dance party at their apartment in Logan Square on the west side of Chicago. It was a blast, but nonetheless, I was tired when I left, and I had about a forty-five minute train ride back home to the far-north side. My journey home started on the blue line train which was infested with a mob of drunk teenagers. They were annoying. Unfortunetly, the drunk kids, as well as myself, needed to transfer to the red-ride subway, which was under construction and running on the elevated tracks, therefore we needed to transfer at a weird stop. in the mist of the confusion, one of the drunk teenagers, a girl, exited the train at the wrong stop and couldn't get back on. One of her friends, an anorexic gay boy with a voice as shrill as a dying chicken, jumped out of his seat to pound of door screaming, "ANGIE!!!" The next stop was the one where I needed to get off, but the little fag thought I'd be funny to block the door. "Move it or loose it fucktard," I said to him. "I'll pick loose it," he said. So slammed myself against his arm pushing myself through. He let out a shrill yelp high enough to shatter glass.
I walked out of the subway, across the street and up the stairs to the elevated tracks. The red line train arrived and I, naturally, stepped into the closest car. I noticed that all the people riding it were packed on the right end. On the far left, I saw a slumped-over homeless woman, and was greeted by the smell of vomit. I found a spot to stand on the right tried of the car and tried as hard as i could to take small breaths and ignore the stench. Watching the expressions on the faces of the people as they got on the smelly car, going from that of tired indifference to that of sudden disgust, almost made the situation worth while. There were people holding back dry-heaves. There were people talking about wanting to light up a cigarette to mask the smell. There was a yuppie woman holding her nose. But, alas, I decided that enough was enough and I, despite the warning signs, moved to another car, while the train was in motion. At this point I was the only person who had this bright idea. A couple stops later, a couple of frat boys decided to get off the smelly car and move to the one that I was currently on. As they entered one said to the other, "It was like, dude. And the homeless woman was like blaaaah! And it was so rank. She totally looked like something from the Adam's family. She like, totally couldn't stop barfing and it looked like she had fruit loops for dinner."
I was amused.
I walked out of the subway, across the street and up the stairs to the elevated tracks. The red line train arrived and I, naturally, stepped into the closest car. I noticed that all the people riding it were packed on the right end. On the far left, I saw a slumped-over homeless woman, and was greeted by the smell of vomit. I found a spot to stand on the right tried of the car and tried as hard as i could to take small breaths and ignore the stench. Watching the expressions on the faces of the people as they got on the smelly car, going from that of tired indifference to that of sudden disgust, almost made the situation worth while. There were people holding back dry-heaves. There were people talking about wanting to light up a cigarette to mask the smell. There was a yuppie woman holding her nose. But, alas, I decided that enough was enough and I, despite the warning signs, moved to another car, while the train was in motion. At this point I was the only person who had this bright idea. A couple stops later, a couple of frat boys decided to get off the smelly car and move to the one that I was currently on. As they entered one said to the other, "It was like, dude. And the homeless woman was like blaaaah! And it was so rank. She totally looked like something from the Adam's family. She like, totally couldn't stop barfing and it looked like she had fruit loops for dinner."
I was amused.