HeavenlySword
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This is only mildly gun related. I hate NYC laws.
I am so angry right now. I wanted to gut the guy.
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I am sorry if this is long. I want to record details, and analyze this event later.
I was going home from the National Black History month, having taken a lot of photos for the PolyWog Yearbook team.
I was not surprised to see a crazy, drunk smelling, homeless white man, rubbing a nickle and a penny together. He was pointing towards a seat and saying sit here missus and then waving his hand in front of people with the penny and nickle, saying 'Goblessyou' again and again. He reached his hand toward a large white male sitting across from me, who shuddered and moved back. The homeless man got off next stop, @ Hoyt & Schimerhorn, as did most of the riders.
I did not expect lightning to hit twice, so I dozed off slightly. I woke up hearing a loud, incoherent yell, something like 'heyou'. I looked up to see a young, mildly attractive light brownish woman startled. She was sitting in a corner seat. Behind her, a black homeless man was grabbing for her hair. She managed to jerk out of his grasp or evade it. He continued shouting.
My mind raced so quickly, so fast. I noted I had an rather expensive camera in my coat pocket, and my coat was slightly stiff. In the front of the car was nobody else but me and the aforementioned large white man. He looked frightened. The homeless man was stringy and larger than me. I felt mysore aching muscles and bones quickly tense. My ankle pain dissapeared. I then noted she was reading a newspaper, Caribbean Newsletter or Newsweek or something. It had on its back all these pictures of houses.
She retreated to a seat next to the large white man. My mind raced but this time, it filled with the thought 'I can't let this happen' dozens of times. Hundreds of times. I longed for a weapon. My mind screamed 'I haven't fought in 2 years! I'm out of shape'
As he stood up, yelling incoherently, the thousands of 'I can't let this happen' turned into 'I will not let this happen'
I glanced at the guy sitting across me, and next to her. He seemed very frightened.
The homeless man moved toward the woman, and I looked into the guys eyes. His face was paler than ever. I thought 'I guess its up to me.' and unbuttoned my coat and began to slip out of it.
The large white man looked into my eyes. He then nodded jerkily and began to stand up as well.
The homeless man stops. He screams incoherently a few more times. He glances at me and the large white man. His eyes shift between us. After what seems like an eternity... He puts his hand back. After another stop, when more people get on, he goes back to his corner seat.
Unfortunately, this might not have had a good ending anyways.
He continues yelling at her, and then feigns sleep. A decent looking fair skinned Hispanic woman moves to sit where the light brown woman was sitting a second ago, right next to the homeless man. I say in a low voice: You don't want to sit there.
She glances nervously at the twitching homeless man.
The other woman, white man, and I nod.
She and her mother sit near me instead.
It was my stop. I put on my giant bag, and then I saw the brownish woman begin to pack her bag. The homeless man looks up. I sit back down. She and I get off next stop. She says: "Thank you so much! I was so scared!"
I was not sure what to say, gave her a wane smile, then got on the train back to my own stop. I then thought of the Hispanic woman with her nervous smile at me as I got off... kicking myself mentally as I realized he may turn on her without an intervening presence
Lessons learned:</b
Pay attention to news: Garvin informed me due to budget cuts homeless shelters were being closed effective immediately.
Stay Alert no matter how tired: German soldiers in WWI fought for 28 days without sleep during the push to Paris (they failed only because of American Reinforcements. They fought through artillery strikes, clouds of poison gas, landmines, barbed wire, and mounds of dead Frenchmen.
Be armed if possible: My katana was of no worth when I didn't have it with me. A handgun, while concealable, is a tad on the illegal side, and takes enormous skill to score hits in extremely close combat. Also, a crazed/drugged man could survive dozens of hits from a weaker weapon like a handgun.
Never be shocked: I thought I was pretty hardened. I was stunned for a fraction of a second before I thought again. This could have made a big difference.
I am bloodthirsty: I wanted to stick my hand through the homeless mans throat and stomach. I could swear my fingers wanted to rip his eyes out of his eye sockets. I did not want to be sued by the homeless man, however, to attack him unprovoked.
I am so angry right now. I wanted to gut the guy.
Here is the link to the full description
http://www.facebook.com/editapps.php?ref=mb#/note.php?note_id=123768825367&id=529996261&ref=nf
I am sorry if this is long. I want to record details, and analyze this event later.
I was going home from the National Black History month, having taken a lot of photos for the PolyWog Yearbook team.
I was not surprised to see a crazy, drunk smelling, homeless white man, rubbing a nickle and a penny together. He was pointing towards a seat and saying sit here missus and then waving his hand in front of people with the penny and nickle, saying 'Goblessyou' again and again. He reached his hand toward a large white male sitting across from me, who shuddered and moved back. The homeless man got off next stop, @ Hoyt & Schimerhorn, as did most of the riders.
I did not expect lightning to hit twice, so I dozed off slightly. I woke up hearing a loud, incoherent yell, something like 'heyou'. I looked up to see a young, mildly attractive light brownish woman startled. She was sitting in a corner seat. Behind her, a black homeless man was grabbing for her hair. She managed to jerk out of his grasp or evade it. He continued shouting.
My mind raced so quickly, so fast. I noted I had an rather expensive camera in my coat pocket, and my coat was slightly stiff. In the front of the car was nobody else but me and the aforementioned large white man. He looked frightened. The homeless man was stringy and larger than me. I felt mysore aching muscles and bones quickly tense. My ankle pain dissapeared. I then noted she was reading a newspaper, Caribbean Newsletter or Newsweek or something. It had on its back all these pictures of houses.
She retreated to a seat next to the large white man. My mind raced but this time, it filled with the thought 'I can't let this happen' dozens of times. Hundreds of times. I longed for a weapon. My mind screamed 'I haven't fought in 2 years! I'm out of shape'
As he stood up, yelling incoherently, the thousands of 'I can't let this happen' turned into 'I will not let this happen'
I glanced at the guy sitting across me, and next to her. He seemed very frightened.
The homeless man moved toward the woman, and I looked into the guys eyes. His face was paler than ever. I thought 'I guess its up to me.' and unbuttoned my coat and began to slip out of it.
The large white man looked into my eyes. He then nodded jerkily and began to stand up as well.
The homeless man stops. He screams incoherently a few more times. He glances at me and the large white man. His eyes shift between us. After what seems like an eternity... He puts his hand back. After another stop, when more people get on, he goes back to his corner seat.
Unfortunately, this might not have had a good ending anyways.
He continues yelling at her, and then feigns sleep. A decent looking fair skinned Hispanic woman moves to sit where the light brown woman was sitting a second ago, right next to the homeless man. I say in a low voice: You don't want to sit there.
She glances nervously at the twitching homeless man.
The other woman, white man, and I nod.
She and her mother sit near me instead.
It was my stop. I put on my giant bag, and then I saw the brownish woman begin to pack her bag. The homeless man looks up. I sit back down. She and I get off next stop. She says: "Thank you so much! I was so scared!"
I was not sure what to say, gave her a wane smile, then got on the train back to my own stop. I then thought of the Hispanic woman with her nervous smile at me as I got off... kicking myself mentally as I realized he may turn on her without an intervening presence
Lessons learned:</b
Pay attention to news: Garvin informed me due to budget cuts homeless shelters were being closed effective immediately.
Stay Alert no matter how tired: German soldiers in WWI fought for 28 days without sleep during the push to Paris (they failed only because of American Reinforcements. They fought through artillery strikes, clouds of poison gas, landmines, barbed wire, and mounds of dead Frenchmen.
Be armed if possible: My katana was of no worth when I didn't have it with me. A handgun, while concealable, is a tad on the illegal side, and takes enormous skill to score hits in extremely close combat. Also, a crazed/drugged man could survive dozens of hits from a weaker weapon like a handgun.
Never be shocked: I thought I was pretty hardened. I was stunned for a fraction of a second before I thought again. This could have made a big difference.
I am bloodthirsty: I wanted to stick my hand through the homeless mans throat and stomach. I could swear my fingers wanted to rip his eyes out of his eye sockets. I did not want to be sued by the homeless man, however, to attack him unprovoked.
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