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[phosfate]

Once again, the bus. One stops right in front of my building, which is handy for going home. Our new place is in a rather stabby, drinky, untreated schizophrenicky bit of town, but being the Midwest, this is relative -- you're safer than you would be in front of Rockefeller Center, and your greatest risk is from cyclists using the sidewalk.

Even so, it's a bit unsettling when one of the local homeless guys comes up to me, and says:

"You need any money?"
"I...I'm sorry, what?"
"I have some money. Do you need anything to tide you over?"
"No, I'm good, thank you."
"You sure? You don't need a couple of bucks?"
"Yes. You keep it. Thank you, though."
"Okay." And he wanders off.

Maybe it's because I wasn't wearing a coat.

Anyway, this was infinitely preferable to what happened at the other end of the line, when I got off the bus, and a young gentleman riding shotgun in what was apparently his big brother's car was compelled to inform me:

"MASSIVE BONER!"

as he drove past.

I can only assume I'm totally rocking that hottie hobo look.

I went home and ordered pizza, because I don't want to go out there anymore.

Matt? Honey? FIX MY GODDAMN CAR!

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[dwinghy.livejournal.com]

See, this is exactly why I rarely leave my home without my headphones on. It's much easier to pretend all those people don't exist if I've got music blaring in my ears (also, blocks out grocery store muzak).