Shoot up yesterday on the train. A real scrappy looking kid with wild, electric black eyes, lank, matted hair, dirty and skinny as a rail. He asked me the time really politely. I told him it was 6:50. He thanked me and then proceeded to pull his filthy jacket over him like a tent and go to work with his gear. Took me back to my days living in San Francisco where I would see people do that all the time on the sidewalk. Ah, waxing nostalgic. I had to move away seats though…didn’t want to get sprayed or something. Ew. 

Later, I overheard the guy who sells Ho Hos and Twizzlers between Firestone and 7th Street stations tell a regular customer a story about trying to sell some candy to a couple of big scary looking guys. They turned him down and told him to “keep stepping”. He said he was walking away when he heard the bigger and scarier of the two yell out, “Get your ass back here N%##a!” He stopped and turned around and they guy was walking towards him reaching into his pocket. He said he thought he was gonna get stabbed but the guy brought out a five dollar bill, crumpled it up an threw it into his candy bin. The big guy then said, “Now get your ass off this train at the next stop.” And that, according to him, is just what he did, five dollars richer.