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June 21, 2001
Berkeley BART fun
Last night I was having dinner and beers with Sean Welch, a friend form my Wired days. He's living in London now and seems to be getting on pretty well.
We met up at Jupiter, across the street from the Berkeley BART station. Since I was drinking, I decided to hop the BART for one station and avoid the drive and parking problems of Berkeley.
After dinner we headed back to BART to make our way back, and we went down to the platform to wait for the train. We were sitting, chatting on a bench near the tracks, and we noticed a guy near the stairs about twenty feet from where we were sitting. He was about 100 pounds, skinny, dressed respectably, hair combed, looked like a student.
He had his hands cupped around his mouth, head tilted back and was trying to get the attention of someone on the platform above us. He was whisper/shouting "Hey white girl. Hey white girl. Hey white girl." He was saying this over and over and was shuffling his feet, still looking up at the person whose attention he was trying to gain.
When she refused to acknowledge him he said in a pretty loud voice, "I'd never stick my 12 inch dick in you anyways."
At this point he looks over at us, and shuffles slowly towards us talking under his breath.
As he got closer, we heard that he was saying, "Fucking faggots, I hate you two fucking faggots on the bench. Gay people suck. They suck each other's dicks. Faggots.... " and on and on. All the while Sean and I kept eye contact with him, and we had a hard time keeping straight faces.
He rounded the corner past us and we broke out laughing, and then he came back around the corner saying "Maricon, maricon, maricon that's what you guys are in Espanol. Faggots in every other language, but you're maricon in Espanol." He continued to parade in front of us, back and forth, shuffling his feet, rapping, chanting, muttering, and every time he'd stare directly at us.
The funny thing was that he was wearing a Harvard t-shirt, which made us laugh even harder. We talked about what an open minded language program Harvard must have, how they probably had a semester in street Spanish, and he was just practicing.
We continued to laugh, the train arrived and we got on it. We noticed that the guy continued to stand on the platform. He had been trying to intimidate us for the last 15 minutes, numerous trains had come and gone, and he didn't get on any of them.
Apparently, this is how he spent his evenings. And this made me laugh even harder.
Posted by tdotjay at June 21, 2001 10:10 AM
