Why is it always me? Is it my spiked up hair? My tanned face? My kick ass Japanese Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt? I don't know but it somehow has a strange way to attract the messed people on the subway to come near me. It seriously does. Like this evening, I was on the subway back home and while I'm sitting, these two people come onto the subway and just start causing a scene. I think they were either high, or on meth, drunk, or maybe all of the above. Anyway, they just start shouting, cursing, and talking about some pretty sexuality explicit stuff. Yucky! Here's where it gets nastier. The woman who was saying all of this stuff was right behind me. I've never been this frightened since some homeless dude threatened to "put a fucking bullet in my fucking head". True story. It's also funny how the other people around these messed people react to them. They either just stand there and do nothing, look at the floor, or just gawk. Me, I'm just thinking "how much longer till I get to my freaking stop before I die". So I ask myself again... why is it always me? I guess I'll never really get over it.
JVidz out!
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