A few weeks ago, I finally saw what I believe was a
crackhead.
My
friend 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 little
guy came down the stairs.
He wasn't walking, he was
lunging around with his
arms swinging near the
edge of the
platform. At first I
believed 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
fears.
He started to
stare at my friend and I and he was
humming some sort of
tune to himself. He
pointed at me,
took a deep breath and sang:
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
crouched 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 with
powder and her lips were meticulously painted red hours ago, but some of the
colour was
feathering off onto her skin.
She
burped. I swear, I saw green smoke come out of her mouth.
"
Tequila." She announced.
I sighed.
Antonia and Avery then rounded the corner with the heads of
puppets 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 and
paranoid like.
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.