Tycho

Saturday, December 27, 2003


Merry Christmas...well, late that is.

It was a good one for me...got enough coal to keep fires burning for the rest of the winter, so I'll stay warm.

Ate so much food that I thought I would burst. Great times with my family, as well.

Today started off great. Ended on a very, very depressing note.

Get a call at 0930 hours (rudely awoken, I must add!) from Chris. So I grudgingly get my lazy ass out of bed and find out that we're going to go to Harvard Square today to go to stores and see what cool shit we can find. Ron comes onto the scene early (well, he said 45 minutes, but he was there in 25), and we had an amusing cell phone gig going on for a bit. Then my hands started to turn a bluish purple from the cold, and got slightly swollen (first signs of frostbite). Needless to say, that conversation was quickly ended and my hands shoved into my pockets, jerking madly to keep the blood flowing swiftly.

So we make it onto the train alright...and lo and behold, we have the dubious "pleasure" of sitting next to this fucking madman. He starts bitching at a young woman for no damned reason, and gets all in her face about some stupid little thing then tells her to go fuck off as she got off at her stop. What a fucking asshole.

Note: when on the T, you quickly learn to mind your own business. The last person who decided to help someone else received a bullet to the heart. Plus the guy was clearly mentally ill/challenged. You don't mess with people like that. He kept it to words. If he made any part of it physical, then we would have had an obligation to get involved. We may be cowards for not trying to make the guy stop being retarded, but we're live cowards, and the worst the woman got was the lingering memory of meeting that fucking asshole on the T.

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