This train station stop is based off a bridge over the tracks. A few years back they had rebuilt the bridge and making it more modern or up to snuff. Since the rebuilding there has been this one sink hole that kept falling through.
It’s like the seam of the bridge between the street and the bridge itself. Like as if there just wasn’t enough ground underneath to hold all the years of constant traffic. So in the last few years the city’s decision has assumingly been “what? It fell in? Fuck it, lets just toss some black top over it and it should do for a few years”. MORONS! This happens about 3 times in the last 2 years, about. So finally it gave again. Big surprise!
So, ive told this story once, twice so far. The second time I told it I was reminded of how much I like to say the word yall. Monday night I got off the train and noticed there was a bunch of guys in white paper overalls and hard hats standing around the hole.
When I was passing all the brilliant minds staring down the pit I yelled over “hope yall done just throw down some more black top down again this time”! I remembered this because for some reason I was making a conscious attempt at being a somewhat of a dick while attempting to NOT be a dick when I yelled out my public two cents. I tried imagining what one of these people were thinking or saying to one another at the scene. “Hmm, you think we should do something about this? Nah. What do you think Frank? Yeah, I remember last summer you told me about that blow out on your tire. You’re kidding, that was here. Okay, everyone, we need to do something about this. I live near Frank and would hate to think that could have been my tire, or even yet, this guys cooked car. Frank, call the city engineers! Hey Charlie, any more Dunkin Donuts coffee the Red Cross brought over left?” I had quick moments of reflection. First was about the good amount of money I spent this year in fixing my bike rim. The scene in question was one of those contributors this past summer hence my tie in of Frank and his tire incident. I had another reflective thought after of how SOUTHERN I must’ve sound saying this to them. It was a thick accented YALL. (I don’t practice a twang or certain southern undertone in my speech. It is just something Ive always had. Some background for any new readers) I didn’t want to yell out anything that would give any one of these authority figures to stop and harass me. I mean, I was just giving public opinion. I really would have loved to get one of their ears for a few minutes, but I was too tired and who am I aside the one white guy amongst a horde of Asians just getting off a train. I didn’t want one of them kicking my ass for some really stupid statement, so I REALLY tried to hold back any profanity. I tell you this though; I did walk home a little paranoid that night. As I walked I thought what if one of these guys on site follows me home instead of kicking my ass for my smart ass statement? In my head I was thinking he would forego the joy of just outright kicking my ass in front of everybody as an act of revenge for his herd of hard hatted colleagues. What this guy would do is follow me home and find my house. Wait outside til he saw the lights go on confirming my arrival of my final destination. Armed with the knowledge of buildings, architecture, engineering and what have you he would strategically pull out ONE brick on my house that would as they say bring the house down with the slightest rumble to engage it. So come one really windy day later on, boom, house goes down, no one knows why but that one person. To take the joke further….they would take my brick and use it to fill the hole in bridge! Yes, it is a far fetched and over thought theory but hey, it’s my theory of “Yall”.
This morning I wake up, daily routine, blah blah. Im on my way out of the house to go to work. I open the door and what to my surprise is in front of my sidewalk. Yep, no shit, a FUCKING BRICK!!!
Holy shit! Too fucking much! I gave the house a quick once over before leaving trying to figure out where this brick came from. I didn’t find anything but you know looking up at all these bricks are like staring at the sun. It gets blinding and confusing like a brick red camouflage. I come up with nothing and decide to head off to work. I haven’t thought about it too much since then, but that’s just too freaky!
Tonight I was reading my book on the train and was thinking how do these people come up with 300 pages to write and how long would it REALLY take them to write something a book. After writing this little epic, I think I understand. This took me well, a good portion of 2 hours writing, cut, paste, editing, adding pics, etc. My luck will be post posting I will come up with finer points to add. Hopefully that day doesn’t come too soon, but until then here is a few more pics of the distraction this morning and last night.
Thanks for reading yall!
