I got my schooling on the streets
I meet up with Jack at Agora and manage to miss someone I don't much care to see again. When he's done with his coffee, we head across the street to Brasil for eats and games. He's inside getting a refill when I see some wiry and energetic guy stop at the fence and loudly tell the closest table that he's happy with his life before moving on. Jack comes back and I tell him he missed the idiot. We continue with our game. The guy walks back and I point him out, mentioning what he did before and how he seems to be talking to himself. "Schizo, maybe?" I venture. He stops, turns back, says something to an older lady, and walks off again. Jack says no. The guy walks across the intersection, says something to another guy, walks back, decides to walk back across, stops, starts walking backwards, making strange movements with his hands and still talking to himself. Jack says maybe crack. "Schizo and crack?" I ask. Probably not.
We go back to the game. I look up because I'm distracted by flashing lights. There's a cop trying to talk to the guy. Then the cop is trying to get the guy in the car. "Is this disturbing the peace? Is that was this is?" Jack says yes. Pretty soon it looks like it's also resisting arrest. The crowd - both inside the Brasil fence and outside on the street - grows. Backup arrives, and it's not long before there are six cars, plenty of police, and the intersection is almost blocked off. The guy is being held down. Sometimes there's gibberish. Sometimes I hear things like "I care about my life!" and "You are not real!" I can't help but laugh at that one, and it's getting in the way of me finding a good place for my next play. Around this point, we stop pretending to be interested in the game and get up to watch as well. And after a bit, we go back to the game. At some point, the guy is picked up off the street, completely zip-tied, and loaded in the back. And the intersection clears up. All the prowlers except one are parked and off and off to the side, the one still standing near the intersection with the lights going. And then the ambulance comes up, and there could have been some sort of transfer. There could have been fun with Thorazine. I don't know.
The excitement over, we finish that game and start another. I'm distracted by a girl who comes in as part of a group that decides to sit nearby. She's smiling at me from time to time. I don't need this. I just want to play. People we know come by and a friend of one decides to make some obvious moves for us. Eventually it's time to split up. It was overall a good time, and Jack said we should do it again, do it more often. It's good to spend some time with him. And to think I was going to stay at home today. I would've missed out on all the fun.
Of course, had I stayed home today, I wouldn't have been trying to fill up on gas on the way back much later. And I wouldn't have opened my door right as an SUV sloppily tried to run past me. And the SUV wouldn't have given me a nice ding. I told the giggling and possibly somewhat inebriated girls "I think it's just fine." They kept wanting to talk to me. I didn't need that either. I just wanted to fill up and go home. Don't bother me at 3 in the morning. Don't be a giggling stupid.
There's a full moon tonight. I'll use anything I can to explain it.
We go back to the game. I look up because I'm distracted by flashing lights. There's a cop trying to talk to the guy. Then the cop is trying to get the guy in the car. "Is this disturbing the peace? Is that was this is?" Jack says yes. Pretty soon it looks like it's also resisting arrest. The crowd - both inside the Brasil fence and outside on the street - grows. Backup arrives, and it's not long before there are six cars, plenty of police, and the intersection is almost blocked off. The guy is being held down. Sometimes there's gibberish. Sometimes I hear things like "I care about my life!" and "You are not real!" I can't help but laugh at that one, and it's getting in the way of me finding a good place for my next play. Around this point, we stop pretending to be interested in the game and get up to watch as well. And after a bit, we go back to the game. At some point, the guy is picked up off the street, completely zip-tied, and loaded in the back. And the intersection clears up. All the prowlers except one are parked and off and off to the side, the one still standing near the intersection with the lights going. And then the ambulance comes up, and there could have been some sort of transfer. There could have been fun with Thorazine. I don't know.
The excitement over, we finish that game and start another. I'm distracted by a girl who comes in as part of a group that decides to sit nearby. She's smiling at me from time to time. I don't need this. I just want to play. People we know come by and a friend of one decides to make some obvious moves for us. Eventually it's time to split up. It was overall a good time, and Jack said we should do it again, do it more often. It's good to spend some time with him. And to think I was going to stay at home today. I would've missed out on all the fun.
Of course, had I stayed home today, I wouldn't have been trying to fill up on gas on the way back much later. And I wouldn't have opened my door right as an SUV sloppily tried to run past me. And the SUV wouldn't have given me a nice ding. I told the giggling and possibly somewhat inebriated girls "I think it's just fine." They kept wanting to talk to me. I didn't need that either. I just wanted to fill up and go home. Don't bother me at 3 in the morning. Don't be a giggling stupid.
There's a full moon tonight. I'll use anything I can to explain it.