Today I went out to the burbs to register for the vote and found out that I was too late. Evidently Tuesday was the last day to sign up for the primary. This meant that I spent a large portion of my day on public transportation.
Tonight on the Blue Line I once again was faced with a disturbing sight. I sat two rows behind a heroin addict on the train. This guy smelled like barbeque and was crazy skinny. He was wearing a baseball cap and reading a book, and had sores and zits pocking his pale skin. From the back of his baseball cap flowed medium length greasy long brown hair. He was third world skinny, and when he lost interest in his book he started making a survey of his body, starting with his arms.
He looked at his arms for a while, feeling them with his hands. Finally he started picking at a sore on his elbow. He really started picking the fucker. He dug and dug and dug, until I felt so nauseous that I had to look down and try to pretend that it wasn't happening. I'm still trying to figure out why this was more disturbing than all of the scatalogical experiences on the train.
This was a really gross snippet, but I love awful Blue Line tales.
It is what it is
Friday, March 10, 2006
Blue Line Blogger Redux
Spewed out by Will at 22:27
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last week my brother was in greece at a train station and a crazy mustached lady stopped dead in her tracks, stared off into the distance just a few degrees away from my brothers eyes, which makes this even weirder, and pissed right onto the ground. the she pulled a dirty rag out of her bag, lifted her skirt, and wiped her beave off.
i don't know why terrorists focus on trains. they're mostly filled with psychos.
No shit, they're really just doing us a favor.
JP was in a public bathroom the other day when a hobo ran in, clutched the counter in front of the sink, and let a huge loud fart. Then he looked at JP (who was still peeing) and said "Sorry man." JP and I were really impressed that this hobo was careful not to fart in public. Quite the anomole.
Then we got on the blue line and it reaked of shit and old socks. People were physically plugging their noses. Funny how things even out. And funny how badly people can smell.
What's so gross about that?
even the women.
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