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It never fails. As soon as I step on any form of public transportation, I ping in on the radar of every single crazy person in the vehicle.
Today's nutjob was crazy-highschool-Voc kid who had the attention span of a gnat, the memory of a goldfish, and a weird fascination with killing cops on Grand Theft Auto. To the point that, if I were his parent, I actually would be worried about my child playing the game - half the time he was talking, you couldn't tell if he was actually capable of seperating fantasy from reality.
You know it's bad when a half dozen other people in the train car give you sympathetic looks. >.o
But! At least I'm back at school in one piece, and I have stuffs to scan later on tonight while I'm waiting for my paint to dry. Whoo, flying bagpipes~
Today's nutjob was crazy-highschool-Voc kid who had the attention span of a gnat, the memory of a goldfish, and a weird fascination with killing cops on Grand Theft Auto. To the point that, if I were his parent, I actually would be worried about my child playing the game - half the time he was talking, you couldn't tell if he was actually capable of seperating fantasy from reality.
You know it's bad when a half dozen other people in the train car give you sympathetic looks. >.o
But! At least I'm back at school in one piece, and I have stuffs to scan later on tonight while I'm waiting for my paint to dry. Whoo, flying bagpipes~