Ever had one of those days that after they're over you still can't figure out if it truly
happened? Take the '
el. The one sure-fire place where "weird" constantly
gets redefined. There was this guy sitting directly in front of me on the '
el who was about 146 years old. He was reading from a magazine printed on
newspaper paper - a newsletter if you will. The back cover of it was splattered with naked woman. Excuse me, provocatively dressed (nipple covers) women. I mean, I've had figs less wrinkled than this guy and he's looking at "This Russian woman of your dream -
wants to meet you now!". So somehow I'm
embarrassed and I look for anything else to look away at (which is impossible since I was sitting
di-
rectly across from him) and rushing in through the closing door comes this young guy in his twenties. Cargo jacket, beaten up chuck
taylors - you know, normal. All of the sudden he raises his right hand directly over his left, as if he is holding a large stack of invisible books (
except he's not) and between his two hands a marble is floating in the air. He is exerting all his power to keep this marble floating between his 2 feet apart hands. Like- here's this guy, riding the
Redline, mystically controlling this marble for dear life. You know - should the marble suddenly decide to attack.
Determined to insert some
normalcy back into my day I go to the gym. As I am kinda putting some effort into the elliptical, 3 teenagers walk by the window. Two males, one female....and the two guys have Robin masks painted on their faces just like the pic above. And they are carrying a full case of beer between them like they just came from robbing a liquor store and these geniuses picked the hardest to run with $12.99 case of beer over the $60+ bottle of
Petron. But wait - I'm not done. The girl is filming them. I mean filming them with a large, ready-for-production, I'm-going-to-be-on the Channel 2 news-like camera.
A part of me wants to start the day over but the other kinda wants to stay up as late as possible to see what will happen next.
Tran
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