A few weeks ago, I finally saw what I believe was a crackhead
Kate and I were waiting in the DWA
at Broadview Station
for our friends Antonia and Avery to show up so we could venture off to the west end
to a party together. Kate was hammered
and we were telling each other anecdotes
from our week of work when a skinny
came down the stairs.
He wasn't walking, he was lunging
around with his arm
s swinging near the edge
of the platform
. At first I believe
d he may be drunk
, only he wasn't slow like someone'd be if they were. He was agile
and seemed elastic
in his movements. I doubted he was a loon
because he was interested
in my friend and I. I honestly think he was altered
I became concerned that he may jump in front of the next train
but I was soon made very aware of his thoughts and they were quite contrary, provoking other fear
He started to stare
at my friend and I and he was hum
ming some sort of tune
to himself. He point
ed at me, took a deep breath
Bitch, your mouth looks nice,
Bitch, let's get it on tonight.
So nice was his suggestive body language
, his wiggling tongue
and crotch grabbing
. He kept pulling up his shirt and pinching his nipples and rubbing his chest while singing more.
Let me show you a good time,
Gonna fuck you from behind.
He slid and then crouch
ed next to the spot on the bench I was sitting on in one swift
movement. My heart was pounding
and I stood up and walked over next to the bench where Kate was sitting and moved her liquor off the bench. There were bags of garbage
next to that side of the bench and he'd have to sit in that if he wanted to be that close to us.
"Kate... Let's go."
She told me to ignore
him. I shot her an evil glance.
Bitch, spread your legs for me.
C'mon and let me in you, please.
I looked at Kate straight in the eyes, noting that she was wearing far too much makeup
. All of the pores in her cheeks were clogged
and her lips were meticulously painted red hours ago, but some of the colour
off onto her skin.
. I swear, I saw green smoke come out of her mouth.
." She announced.
Antonia and Avery then rounded the corner with the heads of puppet
s that were to be used later on that evening (a long story- I learned my friends were very odd that night) and the crackhead became distracted. Ave's hand was up the backside of a beat up koala
wearing a vintage David Bowie
t-shirt and he was waving at him. Antonia had a Sid Vicious paper bag puppet
and was waving along beneath the bear.
The crackhead paced around and moaning
and watching the impromptu puppetshow
. He was probably wondering what the hell was going on around him, all confused
I could hear a train rumbling out from the east. A blessing, but if he was going to jump, he may have done it then then and all I could think of was just how fucked up
the past fifteen minutes were and how I would not want to watch anything brutal like him leaping in front of the train.
I suggested to Kate we walk together down the platform once the train approached the station
, so that we'd get into a different car than he and got up. She was watching him pace and followed my lead to a different area on the platform, collecting my puppeteer
friends along the way.
I love North America's cleanest and safest transit system.