2005-06-29 - 3:03 p.m.
What I'm listening to: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood-? (some disco remix)
Good lord this song is just awful. Like it's really really bad.
So last night I was helping a friend move furniture to the dumpster. Received a boxspring right in the nuts, and banged my funnybone into a door.
This was all part of the experience, I thought. So I'm walking home through the park at about 1am or so, it's about 30 degrees easy with the humidex. I see the sprinklers on, on the edge of the park. It was sinfully pleasureable to walk barefoot through the sparkly dewy grass, through the white lamp-lit mist of the sprinklers, to be cooled off from head to toe for a brief transitory moment while on my way to the bus station.
So I straggle down Sherbrooke Street to the bus station. As I stop at the bus station, a man, about in his mid-thirties on his bike stops, while travelling in the other direction. Our eyes meet, I look away to see when the bus is coming. I look back, and he's still staring at me. Ok, maybe he's looking at something else, or maybe I look familiar. I look down the road at the bus on it's way down the street. I glance back at the guy and he's still staring at me, but this time he's.......massaging his crotch through his pants while looking at me. Ewwwww......
So at this point I'm rather grossed out, and I look around, and there are people walking around. Good, we're not alone. The bus is on it's way over, so I'll be out of this creep's sight shortly. I get on the bus, look out through the window at the guy. He puts his hands back on his handlebars, and pedals off.
However, the experience of walking through the wet grass at night was so wonderful that it made up for this creep at the bus stop, hands down.
