On the metro hier, while it was stopped at a stop, I see 2 fatty 'french gangsters' charging for the exit:
Side note, I just typed in 'ouech ouech' or aka french gangster into google images and Justin Bieber came up. Well played. They dress in trackpants with addidas and LV purses. I don't think they would last very long in LA.
Anyways, I can't find a picture of their type but they were fucking SPRINTING and I was thinking...should I trip them? They probably just jacked someone's shit. And then I'm like Nooo, benefit of the doubt, maybe they are late for something important. . . . And then I see the old man sprinting after them and he FACEPLANTS trying to catch up. It was shocking and horrible. I almost threw up. I thought he broke his face :( ! And I started tearing up, which is bizarre because I'm not really one to tear up, and these beautiful boys on the metro were sitting facing me, so they only saw the running boys, not the old man almost die and were confused as to why I was upset. But then everyone got up to look out and it all made sense. The mood was immediately one of unease because the situation obviously sucked, but no one knew what to do. The train stayed there for a bit, which means the metro staff saw it happen, but I don't know if there was anything they could do about it.. LUCKILY, the man was fine. He got up and lost only his dignity. So sad. I hate that feeling of helplessness. That he was feeling. He knew he just got fucked over and there was nothing he could do about it. I fuckin hate that! And he was an old man, it just made me feel even worse. Ugh. At least he was ok. After a few minutes I stopped feeling sick and turned up my music.
Wow great story Alex, really uplifting.
I want to live in a world where people don't have to steal.
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