a post from march 1st 2010

a starry night

with a full moon, the longest, aimless walk gave a reward of the best meal with a heartfelt most terrific conversation, a very random conicidence meeting with an old friend at the subwaystation and proceeded into moments of human tragedy. the homeless women were two, one sitting mumbling on the other side of me and the other lying down, sleeping. she wet herself three times, her friend yelled at her to get her pants up and have a little self respect. how am i so damn lucky?
i asked a fellow trainpassanger if there wasn't anything we could do. we exchanged words. he was close to seventy i presume. we got out on my stop then he insisted on carrying my bag. we went to the subway attendants to see if they could or would do anything. i felt uneasy as he insisted on carrying my bag down the stairs and onward in my direction. i briskly walked to my street where he studdered " here's my number " my heart sank even further than it had from the train ride. i was amazed at my frankness when i asked him " what for? a romantic thing? " he then said " for..for...anything" my heart raced, somewhere in my stomach, and i said " no i'm sorry. that's not possible and i think it's best you keep your number, goodnight." i then hurried back home, which seemed an impossibly long walk, thinking " what the hell have i gotten myself into? this man could be albert fish for all i know". i felt dizzy i was so scared...