40ish and soggy.
So tonight on the train home from work, I wound up sitting behind a belligerant drunk weilding a hatchet and a hammer. He kept yelling and waving the hatchet at anyone who looked at him funny, except when trying to sell the hammer to another guy. I moved to another seat while Hatchet Man flipped out at some random middle-aged man. He hadn't noticed me so I contemplated either calling 911 or pressing the "contact the driver" button but wasn't sure how to go about either without getting axed because he was still within like ten feet of me. Then he got off the train and into the waiting arms of the Minneapolis Police because the random middle-aged man had already called. I spent the rest of the ride chatting about it with a dentally-impaired but friendly Mall of America employee named Pete who does not want to buy a hammer. The end.