T story
I went to a friends house to play poker today. I made $5. I also realized I’m apparently much, much more fun than I used to be. It’s a weird feeling when you surprise/impress yourself.
When I was waiting for the T on the way there, I sat next to an old Hispanic woman and her daughter for a few minutes. I then got up to go see if there was a machine to add money to my Student Charlie Card at that station. There wasn’t. I threw away my gum, and sat down on the nearest bench. There were only two benches, so I realized it looks like I just got up and moved to be away from the two women.
On my way back, I tried to avoid an encounter like yesterday’s. I sat at a block of three seats with no seats across from me. I took the middle of the three, put my bike helmet on the seat to my right, and draped my arm over the one to my left. These two black guys in jerseys came and stood across from me though. They were really high. Or maybe just kind of high. I honestly wouldn’t have any idea.
One of them pointed to my bike helmet. “You should wea’ dat — Cha’lie’s dang’rous today.” I laughed. I was tired. It was kind of a nice moment.
