Saturday, September 1, 2018
This was a day the f**k ups kept going. All started silent, but almost felt a chill passing a few people, feeling like a freak, unlike last week. As I approached Ashmont station, I saw a man looking for something past the fences. As I looked on his sleeve, it looked like a police banner, so I let him do his job. Things got more interesting as I walked down. As I past a restaurant that was closed I noticed a group hanging together. It turned out to be a family, ready to be closed for the night. I managed to make it close to the other T station, then the fun started. As I passed a park on Fields Corner, I saw two men; one white, mid forties, brown or light tan leather jacket, a little thick, black tam, salty grey hair; holding a trash bag small enough to be a small black plastic shopping bag towards a guy, I believed in a black hoodie. They spotted me & said, "You're as normal as f**k!" I was so f*****g stupid, I just passed them as they wished me a horrible day. The plastic bag, two men meeting at a park at midnight, even if it might be nothing, that was probable cause. The Powerpuff Girls, The Three Stooges, as superheroes & as themselves; could see it a mile away. I was kicking myself. But I had to stop, as I returned back, a lady spotted me & asked if the convenience store was open. I wasn't sure, but I did see some customers past there on my way back. I told her I was a real life superhero, and she said that was awesome. We both wished each other to stay safe. Then, the kicker, a man,was drunk and ill, on the side passed Ashmont. As I heard a noise, I checked. He was leaning on a fence looking drunk. I checked on him & soon called 911. As I called, explaining to the operator where I was was almost like explaining to Ed from Ed. Edd, N' Eddy; how to cross the maze to get the cereal (Good episode by the way.) I was lucky the security guard came by and gave me an exact address, but soon the guy ran away. I was pissed at myself. A day from hell in which I should do better next time.