What a Beautiful Morning
Nothing says "good morning" like being nearly accosted by a freshly - released prison inmate at the busstop.
I and about 3-4 others were standing at the express busstop like normal this morning. Then this "gentleman" who was singing comes up and asks for a cigarette in a loud booming voice, and starts to get a bit roudy, brushes into my arm as he's walking by.
One of the guys gives him a cigarette, Boomer sets his raggedy paper bag on the sidewalk, and that's when I notice he doesn't have any shoes on. He then starts to be friendly with the guy who gave him the cigarette and explains how he was released from prison less than 48 hours ago. Once the ciggie was lit he gets in my face and starts going on about how he'd like to get a piece of my ass, and how it's a pity that nobody else would want to. Walking away does nothing to get him out of my face. Boomer gives up after a minute, and then he reattaches himself to the guy hwo gave him the ciggie and proudly announces how he's going to kill people who are not his friends and says he means it.
At this point, I was about ready to call 911, but the bus arrived (thank the gods), and I can't help but actually feel sorry for the aggressive pamphlet touting JW lady who was walking down the street as everyone was getting on the bus and next had to deal with Boomer.
I and about 3-4 others were standing at the express busstop like normal this morning. Then this "gentleman" who was singing comes up and asks for a cigarette in a loud booming voice, and starts to get a bit roudy, brushes into my arm as he's walking by.
One of the guys gives him a cigarette, Boomer sets his raggedy paper bag on the sidewalk, and that's when I notice he doesn't have any shoes on. He then starts to be friendly with the guy who gave him the cigarette and explains how he was released from prison less than 48 hours ago. Once the ciggie was lit he gets in my face and starts going on about how he'd like to get a piece of my ass, and how it's a pity that nobody else would want to. Walking away does nothing to get him out of my face. Boomer gives up after a minute, and then he reattaches himself to the guy hwo gave him the ciggie and proudly announces how he's going to kill people who are not his friends and says he means it.
At this point, I was about ready to call 911, but the bus arrived (thank the gods), and I can't help but actually feel sorry for the aggressive pamphlet touting JW lady who was walking down the street as everyone was getting on the bus and next had to deal with Boomer.