hiddenmuse | Another tale of the city

I have nothing against the crazy people in the city. Most times, they are harmless ... just going around town, doing what the voices tell them to - which often involves talking to themselves, or shouting at random people.

The past few days, I had wildly divergent experiences with the people. One was on Friday morning, going into work. I saw a man walking down the street, shouting at people to have a nice day. Quite a welcome change from the people that usually shout at you to go to hell, or go fuck yourself.

Last night, it was a seriously disturbing experience, while I was standing at a bus stop, en route to church. Especially since the person in question was less than 3 feet away from me, singing a few bars of old songs, "Feliz Navidad" and "Maybelline" among them - before shouting, "God loves me, Motherfucker!!" From there, it got progressively worse. Across the street from the bus stop is a Muslim Community Center. Crazy Dude saw this, and started shouting that it should be burned down - and made comments that the only good Muslim is a dead Muslim. In between those tirades, he went around, getting in people's faces, stepping into the street, whatever, calling people "dykes" and "faggots" - just being a belligerent asshole. It made that wait for the bus seem interminiable ... and I ended up getting money for cab fare, so I wouldn't have to continue listening to his rantings and shoutings about "dykes and faggots" - all the while, blasting Metallica on my iPod and wishing that someone would just run his bigoted ass down, Karma be damned.

The good news is, the bus came soon after I left the bodega ... so I didn't have to worry about a cab. And I was able to get to church, where I could be among friends - and forget about the belligerent drunk at the bus stop.