May 16th, Morning-
So I thought that I would make it to the weekend without anything to report, I was wrong. My stop is next so I get up outta my seat and begin to walk past a man that is slightly gaunt and scruffy sporting those "over your spectacles sun shades" and a ratty old baseball hat. His legs are across the seat next to him and feet danging into the aisle that I am walking through. I kindly make sure that I don't bump into him and he ever so slightly moves his feet from my way. Not in a million years would I have thought that he would next address me with his indirect mumbling...
"You know I am not required to move my feet for you" spills from his mouth. I rally back with my east coast attitude on deck, "Did I ask you to move your feet!?". "No, but I didn't have to" he says. "Well then I guess your a nice guy for moving when others wouldn't give a crap" I said.
He then says, "I'm not a nice guy, I am a very very bad man with a good heart"...
OK, time to get off this MAX and leave wack job to bask in the sun knowing that he has a good heart, even though he has probably murdered 27 people and 16 small animals and lives in a shack somewhere in Forest Park.
"Have a good day" was all I could say after that.
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May 13th-
Its a little after 5pm and pdx cops have a max at Chinatown stopped to investigate. I'm sitting still at Yamhill district. This blows! 10mins later we are on our way.
Over hearing a dude talking on the phone telling his sister that he just got his parole reduced today. Now he is telling her not to hangout with "sum dudes cause they be trouble n shit". "Cause I said so! Don't hang wit dem fools, they punks".
I'm feeling very tired today almost dehydrated like.