So I had kind of an odd night. I got off work and headed east towards home. I got off at PGE Park and proceeded to the Matador. I had a gardenburger, fries and a couple of pints of Broken Halo and hung out with my friend Rose who works the door.
I realized that it was half past 8, so I walked down to Old Town to catch my max. I've got to get the Yellow one going to NoPo, and I really needed to walk. So 17 blocks later I ended up at the Old Town Max stop.
The Steel Bridge was up so I had to wait like 20 mins, which wasn't a big deal. The weirdness kinda started happening there.
It wasn't the kind of weirdness that would get me scared, or made me feel threatned in any way, it was just like everything was a little.. off.
When the bridge was lowered and my Max to NoPo finally arrived I proceeded to board and obtain a place among the others.
Right away, I began to notice really odd details about people's behavior. I looked into people's eyes and it was like their pupils were all dialated and wide open. I though to myself, I must have something on my face. I took a look at my reflection and confirmed, sexy as usual. The Max lurched forward.
There was this odd 3-some of 20 somethings, a blonde with a cute retro white blouse, grey skirt, oversized red belt and matching pumps, a brunette with neraly the same outfit, though all in black, complimented by some kind of designer jacket and oversized white pearls, and this douchebag looking typical portland yuppie in business slacks, blue button-down collar and slacks. Obviously coked out, or so I thought. They seemed to be having a normal conversation. It was kinda hard to tell since I had my iPod going. Either way, they were kind of unnerving and I decided to inspect the rest of my environment.
Homless guy w/ an eye patch, white-trash 20 somethings and their 1 year old who obviously needed a bath, uncomfortable looking-and-also-possibly-coked-out-fourty-something couple, various hipsters and vagrents, the occasional urban youth and me, staring at everybody trying to figure out if maybe I was the one who needed to be watched. It was as if everyone around me had all done several lines of blow, or had taken a 3 hour bath in vermouth before getting onto the train. Everyone was acting high, drunk or retarded. Lots of weird twitching, scratching, eye darting and face picking. It was as if parts of each moment were slowing down and my brain allowed me to zoom in on things that were of particular peculiarity.
That is a really disconcerting feeling. Its terribly hard to try to articulate the whole situation without writing a chapter from a novel.
Anyway I obviously made it home ok, safe, sober and sane. I just thought it was compelling to be thrust onto a situation I have daily, just slightly skewed and other-worldly, not really knowing if this was how reality was really going to be from here-on-out, upon my departure from the train.
I realized that it was half past 8, so I walked down to Old Town to catch my max. I've got to get the Yellow one going to NoPo, and I really needed to walk. So 17 blocks later I ended up at the Old Town Max stop.
The Steel Bridge was up so I had to wait like 20 mins, which wasn't a big deal. The weirdness kinda started happening there.
It wasn't the kind of weirdness that would get me scared, or made me feel threatned in any way, it was just like everything was a little.. off.
When the bridge was lowered and my Max to NoPo finally arrived I proceeded to board and obtain a place among the others.
Right away, I began to notice really odd details about people's behavior. I looked into people's eyes and it was like their pupils were all dialated and wide open. I though to myself, I must have something on my face. I took a look at my reflection and confirmed, sexy as usual. The Max lurched forward.
There was this odd 3-some of 20 somethings, a blonde with a cute retro white blouse, grey skirt, oversized red belt and matching pumps, a brunette with neraly the same outfit, though all in black, complimented by some kind of designer jacket and oversized white pearls, and this douchebag looking typical portland yuppie in business slacks, blue button-down collar and slacks. Obviously coked out, or so I thought. They seemed to be having a normal conversation. It was kinda hard to tell since I had my iPod going. Either way, they were kind of unnerving and I decided to inspect the rest of my environment.
Homless guy w/ an eye patch, white-trash 20 somethings and their 1 year old who obviously needed a bath, uncomfortable looking-and-also-possibly-coked-out-fourty-something couple, various hipsters and vagrents, the occasional urban youth and me, staring at everybody trying to figure out if maybe I was the one who needed to be watched. It was as if everyone around me had all done several lines of blow, or had taken a 3 hour bath in vermouth before getting onto the train. Everyone was acting high, drunk or retarded. Lots of weird twitching, scratching, eye darting and face picking. It was as if parts of each moment were slowing down and my brain allowed me to zoom in on things that were of particular peculiarity.
That is a really disconcerting feeling. Its terribly hard to try to articulate the whole situation without writing a chapter from a novel.
Anyway I obviously made it home ok, safe, sober and sane. I just thought it was compelling to be thrust onto a situation I have daily, just slightly skewed and other-worldly, not really knowing if this was how reality was really going to be from here-on-out, upon my departure from the train.