I Forgot...

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So, back to Henry Miller and bus reading. So, on the first day of reading this book I was riding the bus home from work, it was the afternoon, maybe 4:00 ish, the beginnings of rush hour. I was sitting near the back, over the rear tire humps two seats on each side face backwards, similar to my favorite subway car layouts. I was sitting in a rear-facing seat by the window. Half way home a rather large-scruffed-I-don't-want-to-say-homeless-but-for-sake-of-the-story-homeless man sits across from me. I don't look up because I definitely don't want to make eye contact, I just try to keep reading. This book is very profane, and I don't have anything against cursing really, especially in writing, in fact, I admire when someone and throw a couple of fucks and shits around seamlessly. But, "Tropic of Cancer" is seriously obscene, and with cunt especially. So, I'm reading all the curses and trying to understand their purpose in the story when the man across from me pulls out a loaf of bread, mayonnaise, and bologna from his plastic bag. He then proceeds to begin making himself some bologna sandwiches, using his finger as a mayonnaise spreading utensil. I was appalled but amused, and I certainly did not look up then. He prepared and ate two sandwiches.
We got off at the same stop.

*pidge*