Meh not really. At this point im well not in the mood for blogging but its 6am and i have to go to work soon…o.0
The title of the blog refers to an incident yesterday on the bus (for anyone who uses public transport in any densly populated city you will empathise). I was sat on the top floor of the bus, not at the back but near it and i was about 10 minutes into the journey when a lad, with someone i think he only vaguely knew (otherwise he would have been a very bad friend) decided to play some music on there mobile phones… this is almost acceptable, but i don’t understand why this generation has sudenlly become bewildered by the invention of the earphone… its rather ridiculas.
Next he started to smoke… this i was ennoyed by so i asked him to stop (made the excuse that i was asthmatic… a white lie), at this point the whole gangster ego fully presented itself (after putting out his cigerette)… he told me “who da fuck are you” and all the usuall gobshite aswell as making a comment about my “gay hair” (i have short hair now? did this kid know me in college?). I was fairly tolerent until he put his finger over the barrier to point/grab at me? Basicly i grabbed his hand and hit him… im not prowd that i did (i am though) but i did.
At this point he started whimpering asking me “man, why you do that”… his ego washing away like a colour-fast tracksuit on a hot wash. I got off that bus slightly guilty but it goes to show that most of these kids are just copying or immitating other people… wheres the need to feel intimidated?
I watched outlaw on thursday… can you tell?
Ag now i have to go to work for fucking fire training… the soul ducking odeon demands me.
i have new pics on my phone (which still isnt fixed) but i cant find the lead… its a tad stressfull.
Anyway back around 6ish tonight.