Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
And again
On the #4 bus the other night, I saw the man whose extensive Twilight Zone knowledge had so impressed me a few weeks ago. He was drunk again, dangerously so.
He (I never learned his name) rode the bus as far as Doheny, where he disembarked and lurched across Santa Monica Boulevard--against the light, into oncoming traffic. At night. Without any attempt to look even one way, let alone both.
My heart stopped for a moment. Luckily, his didn't. He made it across the road safely, if we define the word loosely.
I wonder where he is now, at 1 AM on a Tuesday morning.
He (I never learned his name) rode the bus as far as Doheny, where he disembarked and lurched across Santa Monica Boulevard--against the light, into oncoming traffic. At night. Without any attempt to look even one way, let alone both.
My heart stopped for a moment. Luckily, his didn't. He made it across the road safely, if we define the word loosely.
I wonder where he is now, at 1 AM on a Tuesday morning.
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