backday monday tuesday

long hiatus. i really wasn't connected to the world so i could not, in good conscience, write about it. taking a swing at getting back to it though.

Monday:
An African fellow singing an African song between bites of cookie and swigs of pink milk, humming as he chewed and swallowed. He swayed side to side and shuffled his feet a bit while he unwrapped a second cookie. Every time a person looked at him he smiled back and sang or hummed a bit louder, almost drowning out the sound of monday rain.

A subway preacher with an accent extolling the virtues of the bible in no specific terms, imploring those of us without iPods to read it based purely on the assertion that it is great. After he overstepped the unwritten rule of the subway (which states that no crazy person, vendor, beggar or self appointed prophet may hawk their wares for more than two stops) the oldest, church-goingest lady on the train interrupted his tirade, yelling "Why don't you shut up with all that?! Don't nobody want to hear that mess on they way to work!" He turned to address the irreproachable old woman but before he could say anything a hooded youth called out, "On the real nigga, you need to shut the fuck up!" Then to a group of women across the aisle, "this mothafucka's just about on my last nerve." A chorus of muffled uh-huh's and mmm-hhmm's confirmed unanimous irritation. Defeated and surrounded by opposition, the young preacher held the bible to his chest, waited silently for the next stop and said, "you must read the bible!" just before stepping through the closing doors with his chin held high. As the train pulled away he could be seen striding down the platform, smiling like hell.

Tuesdy:
Umbrella destruction of every kind. Implosion, explosion, hyperextension, tearing, snapping, catching, and colliding. Then there is my personal favorite where the umbrella floats gracefully away in the wind as if held by an invisible Mary Poppins then is jarringly yanked back to the street by a vicious down-current where the poor umbrella is mercilessly smashed under a gypsy cab or city bus. Yes, that is definitely my favorite.