So, I'm on the train last week reading Wired's July issue with the Transformers on the cover and in comes this guy with a bike. He get's on and starts screaming..."No A/C in the fucking subway."
Let me describe this guy to you. He's a black male with camouflage pants, brown boots and shirt. He continues from 59th street to 145th Street yelling, screaming about the heat on the subway platform. Most New Yorkers know that you can't engage people like that or they will continue, because what they really want is attention. This guy was no different. Once a few people started laughing, he continued, cursing and screaming about President Bush, Iraq and the heat.
During his rant we were told that he lives in Yonkers, NY (north of the city), he's a florist (hard to believe and has $22.00 in his pocket.
The most unfortunate thing about his rant was that he had his son with him. This guy had to be high or drunk. I wondered how was this guy taking care of his son. What did this adorable little boy, who had to be about 7 or 8 , feel about his "father" cursing and screaming on the subway? If he wasn't, I was embarrassed for him.
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Sometimes we cannot afford to carry the burden of society on our back...it is just not made for that sort of heavy lifting. But it is good to have some sort of conscience.
Look on the positives...the child might grow up stronger and one day excel in things that he does so that he doesn't have to be like his dad. The negatives are far too hard to imagine...
I believe in hope...
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