3.12.2004
there's this guy who stands on the corner of ralph mcgill and courtland street almost everyday. there is this hideous sculpture garden of sorts there. big, multicultural people monsters with misshapen heads and stuff. i think it's all children's work so i'll say it's interesting and move on. anyway, every day that i ride marta, on my walk to and from work i pass by this spot. and this guy is there almost all the time. he's the kind of homeless guy you kind of walk on the far side of the sidewalk from, if you know what i mean.
now, let it be known that i wear my headphones in the city. i'm of the mind that i'd rather not hear what is going on around me if at all possible. this guy i walk by every day is always yelling. looking up, waving his arms, throwing a regular little hissy fit. normally i can't hear a damn thing he's saying which just makes it that much easier for me to ignore him. i sure as hell don't want him yelling at me. but at the same time i got kind of curious. what in the hell was this guy doin on this corner every day yelling? and who in the hell was he yelling at?
so this morning i took my ipod, kept my earphones in, but turned the volume off. he was in a full frenzy today, jumping around and pointing... walking in little circles like someone trying to blow off steam. as i walked over the bridge to where he was, i was straining over the sounds of traffic below. with all the wind and everything it was very hard to hear him, but just as i pulled parallel to him, i caught one thing.
"i ordered spicy chicken fingers, bitch" and then he started issuing out this string of explitives that it really isn't worth posting because you get the point.
it was all i had to do not to laugh. all that time i waited and wondered, expecting him to be having perhaps some struggle with himself or god or something important so loudly on the streets of atlanta everyday. but he ordered chicken fingers. no, spicy chicken fingers. interesting.
also today i had some pimply faced little kid who was from some some bible thumping middle school somewhere and ask me, "isn't it true that evolution is just a theory?" i just said, yeah sure kid, whatever you say. then the kid goes on to suggest to me, with this beautific smile on his face, that we should offer books on creationism as well as the ones we offer on evolution, as it is only fair to show both sides of the issue. i smiled and said thanx. poor kid... little does he know i'm leaving in three days and don't give a shit.
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posted by megs at 01:40
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