so i got into a shouting match at the wynnewood trainstation with an old man over me hitting a bench with a tiny pebble.
meaning its time for another one of the MY DAY journals.
i woke up, still in a bad mood from the night before had a tuna melt and some chicken noodle soup, went and got my permit and then came home. i sat for a bit, realized that noone who said they would go to the city with me were actually going to the city with me, i called up voicless shout
[link] and we went down to the trainstation to go to the city. we engaged in sitting on the edge of the tracks trying to toss a rock directly onto the track, harmless w/e. so then i was like i bet u i can hit dead center on that bench first try (bench is across the 4 tracks, on the other side) hes like ok go for it, i do it done.
then some guy behind me goes
i think the rock throwing is over
the conversation goes as follows
me-what?
him- i said, i think the rock throwing is over
uhh ok
THE ROCK THROWING IS OVER
dude ok fine w/e
what if youd have hit a window huh?
that windows plastic, and that rock was like half an inch wide
oooo so that makes all the difference then huh? (starts walking towards me)
his wife- john enough
ya john enough
shut it
10 minutes of him shit talking me loudly to his wife
WELL I CAN HELP IT IF HES DEF
ok dude r u gonna sit there and keep insulting me behind my back or come out and say it, cuz i havent said a word to you since that argument ended, so your jsut continuing something id like to end
u know what im a tax paying adult ill do what i want
no what you are is an old man who holds himself in a seriously high reguard
o and your a bratty little kid who throws rocks
would u care if i threw a football?
probably not
so your just a dick who doesnt like rocks then
U KNOW WHAT, I DO NOT HAVE TO TAKE THIS FROM YOU
but you are
ooo im gonna take this from, from, what are you anyway one of those fags with your pants and long hair?
what?
you heard me, or are you actually def
(keep in mind this guys pushing 70, and hes a big fat dude with glasses)
no i heard you, and i know what you are now, not a tax paying adult but just a tax paying old biggot
o cut the theatrics
fine w/e ure kinds a dying breed, im glad ure old so this shit dies with u, y dont u just go find yourself a new lung or something useful and stop taking part of my pay check so u can live comfortably till you die, o wait sorry i forgot your already an octogenarian
I HAVE NEVER HEARD SUCH RUDENESS OUT OF ANYONES MOUTH IN ALL MY LIFE
his wife- john im serious, please stop now
ya john stop
the train came thats about where it ended till i patted him on the shoulder
getting off the train. got a cool picture while i was there though, scratch graffiti 2?
ya
