Years ago while waiting for the #8 bus to downtown Baltimore I stood on the northwest corner of Greenmount Avenue at 29th Street. There were in a neat orderly line at the curb myself, a 50 plus year old white man, a young, fourteen-ish, schoolgirl carrying her books visibly, and a white man of 35-45 wearing, as was I, a denim jacket though his was open in such a way that his tee-shirt displayed his many prison and other tattoos very prominently. The fourteen year old unwrapped cupcakes very carefully and dropped the coverings into the gutter where it blew down a few feet in front of where I stood. As I reached down the man who had been watching the girl crammed an overlarge bite out of a McDonalds sandwich into and out of his jaw and approached me from behind as I reached into the trash can to make room for the trashed cupcake wrapper. He then snarled,Pick this shit up, you g_d-damned N-lover. I stood so that the girl could board first and kept an eye on him as I boarded and used my express pass to move to the rear where the only seats were available. I was aware that he was depositing a single bus token, used often by probationees and social services recipients and I knew that the general public did not often have access to these tokens. I watched as with much rudeness and difficulty he approached the now very crowded rear of the bus. I stood leaving my backpack within easy reach to use as a cudgel (I carried normally 30-40 pounds of large writing notebooks and a few, three or more large novels and small poetry paperbacks at one time - yeah, Im that guy)
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 19:26:08 +0000
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