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December 10, 2004
Original Character
If I need to get from my house to someplace like Midtown or Hamden I take East Madison street.
Madison runs east-west through the sity and if you drive 35 (instead of the posted 25) mph, you can go almost the entire way from Pulaski Highway to I-83 without hitting a single red light.
Plus it has character.
There's the crazy church that sells "snowball's" [sic] and bags of chips out of their back door. There are kids riding stolen wheel chairs down the hill, against traffic. There's an occassional overt drug deal. There are crack whores. There are crack heads, with their limbs failing, suddenly jumping in the street, right in front of your car so that you barely miss them, making you think about what you would have done if you would do if hit them.
Should you stop? You probably should stop. It's their fault, but yeah, Stop. But if you just kept going -- I mean, if you didn't hit them that badly. No one would really miss them, right? No one would care. No. Someone would care, and it's the right thing to do.
But if you stop couldn't they say that they were in the street and you were speeding and weren't looking and just hit them?
Yeah. I guess they could, but who would believe them? If it came down to that, who would the cops believe? Them? The crackhead? No way. They'd believe you. You're a fine, upstanding citizen. Oh.But you're covered with tinfoil. You're wearing a tinfoil alien invader suit; worse, only part of one.
There's no way the cops would believe you, not with that thing on.
Good thing you didn't actually hit the guy on your way to the Mount Royal Tavern last night.
The thing is, when I got there no one gave me, the guy covered in tinfoil, a second glance. It was ho-hum, the whole covering your body with tinfoil before going out for drinks. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least there.
Worse yet, they could have thought it was passé. It was trite. It had been done before. Unlike the guy that wrote the verbose version of "don't write on the wall" on the wall. That was a good one. What a character, the guy that wrote it.
Posted by calculatoronfire at December 10, 2004 01:02 PM