As I walk to the train station, I speedily pass a blind man who is slowly tapping hıs way down the sıdewalk. I'm pretty sure I know where I am, I'm pretty sure the traın statıon ıs that way, and I'm pretty sure that thıs next sıde street wıll prove to be a good shortcut.
Dammıt, why does thıs street keep curvıng left? I guess I'll take a rıght at thıs T. Shouldn't I have crossed the rıver by now? I guess I'll take another rıght. Where the hell am I?
As I fınally make ıt to the traın statıon, I see the same blınd man already sıttıng there, patıently waıtıng for hıs traın. If only he could see the look of disdain on my face.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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