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Maybe if i called bart they would tell me what would really happen while a train was in the transbay tube during an earthquake. i would find the most motherly looking female to hold on to and hope she understands im afraid to die. Fucking wild dreams fuck with my days and can make or break my performance for the next 10 hours at work or school or whatever im doing, causing sudden irresponsibility, sickness and laziness. So i take the cash and put in the machine, usually knowing i didnt get enough green tea or preparation for a satisfying day outside. what makes the bart panic really dramatic is lonliness and lack of distraction for those 6 or less minutes underneath a fucking bay of water, in a tube, moving hella fast. im getting awesomely better with reading on bart/making sure i have something to do besides ipod and people watching. I hope everymorning andrea and i have the same schedule(never happens) Ive also been less paranoid of a person, not reseraching natural disasters, much less of a freakzoid about fucked up unpreventable, "natural tragedies". my pockets were filled with change today when i stopped at the liquor store on 40th and san pablo and i didnt give any of it to crack addicts hanging out. i used those coins for beers and rode my ass home to my house, trying keep mellow because andrea is leaving me.