train station fighting
I have gotten into a
few fights at the train station, it just puts me in the mood for a
fight. Fist fights, with blood, and broken teeth, eyebrow gashes. I
got feisty at the train station, and it lit a fire in my soul, and I
would get rowdy, I would get in peoples faces, shouting at them,
“Why are you leaving
me? Why can’t we all just stay here forever? This is to perfect
right now, being here with you in this moment. Why are you leaving
this moment? Where are you going?”
I felt like I
couldn’t breathe, and I jumped in front of the doors of the trains,
I groped at women’s scarves as the door closed on the train, I
punched men in their faces, and I pleaded for them to stay.
“What’s another
fifteen minutes going to hurt you? Come one. This would mean the
world to me, just fifteen more minutes, there is another fucking
train coming in fifteen minutes. Fuck, come on man, be human, be a
fucking human. Just sit here with me for fifteen more minutes, then
you could jump on the next fucking train, and get the hell out of
town, and never have to see my fucking face again. Fuck”
I took a small child
from the arms of an elderly woman.
“Come on sister, I
will give you the baby back, just sit here and finish our
conversation, we were having a nice conversation, weren’t we? I
mean, you said I was a nice boy, and I am, and I will give you the
baby back after we are done talking about the bird. You said you
loved that bird. You said you loved that bird…”
I fought people,
because I cared enough, to sit and listen, sit and listen to their
sob stories, and I listened to them whine, and bitch, and moan about
their mundane lives. I fought them, because I wanted them to listen,
I wanted someone to listen to me, and sometimes the only thing they
were willing to listen to was my fist as I punched them in their
ears.
They all had places to
be, they were all just passing through town, or on their way
somewhere, and I would sit and listen to them, and they talked and
talked and talked, and they laughed because I made them laugh,
because I was a funny and charming man, and I enjoyed making them
laugh. I enjoyed their company, very much, and they enjoyed mine, and
then that fucking train would come, and it would choo-choo, and they
would go about their merry way.
“See you buddy, it
was really nice chatting with you. It’s not often you meet someone
so charming, and easy to talk to. I hope you have a fantastic day.
Bye-bye”
Bye-bye.
Bye.
Nope.
I will fight you.
I will punch you in your
heart, and you will sit here, and you will listen to me, because I am
a good and decent man, and I deserve to be heard, and I deserve to be
loved, and there will always be another fucking train, but there will
never be another me.
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