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This morning in the pouring rain I sat, for two hours in a rickety wooden booth that shook with the slightest breeze. My view was limited to a road, a series of train tracks, in the distance a Starbucks, and every once in a while, a train would pass, making big important train noises.
It was miserable, and peaceful, just like all my days lately.
I saw a man, on the tracks, with a "what the fuck" look on his face. He crossed a few tracks, looked around, spotted me in my rickety booth and walked rather hastily towards me, tripping on things.
"My friend tore his leg off." he said.
"My friend's leg got torn off and i think the ambulance is coming now."
And he looked at my face the way someone might look at a painting that they just don't understand.
He turned and walked away, while in the distance there were sirens.
Sirens from three ambulances, two police cars, a fire truck even!
All of these sirens, all for one man's friend, who somehow tore his leg off, and i'll never know anything more than that.
It was miserable, and peaceful, just like all my days lately.
I saw a man, on the tracks, with a "what the fuck" look on his face. He crossed a few tracks, looked around, spotted me in my rickety booth and walked rather hastily towards me, tripping on things.
"My friend tore his leg off." he said.
"My friend's leg got torn off and i think the ambulance is coming now."
And he looked at my face the way someone might look at a painting that they just don't understand.
He turned and walked away, while in the distance there were sirens.
Sirens from three ambulances, two police cars, a fire truck even!
All of these sirens, all for one man's friend, who somehow tore his leg off, and i'll never know anything more than that.