During my adventure out to Social Services, and the park. Gleeful though it was. There was a downside on the trip home. I mean besides having what might have been a very mild stroke. That while sitting in the park. My visiting nurse came by...I'm cool. Well under the river between Wall, and Clark streets...the subway is cut off from help there. A nutter entered the carriage banging the walls yelling getting in folks faces.
So good to be back to normal.
My fear wasn't of him. Rather the other passengers. Everyone packs heat these days. Hell there was was another shoot out in Bed-Stuy yesterday. If the loon triggered the wrong person he was getting a bullet in his face.
All my city reflexes kicked back in.
It's like riding a bike or being in a war...your body memory don't forget.
As expected he fucked with the wrong guy. Reaching into his jacket, ....I could just hear over the track noise. Our hero said "...you're getting off at the next stop". The nutter, and he looked at each other. Like in cowboy movies. Clark Street heaved up...the nutter go off. Perhaps not as nuts as he seemed. Life went on. I mean it was still a nice day.
Sorry to hear about the health issue. I hate having those. Good thing the situation with the crazy person turned out no worse than it did.
ReplyDeleteI live between two big cities and I want to get away.
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Watch ya back dear comrade.
ReplyDeleteThe post-pandemic era is going to be bad shit.
On the upside I had some Chinese beef curry noodles.
Best thing for strokes, and bullets.