MARTA Martyr Me
Jul. 2nd, 2004 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonThe ass crack of dawn. Got up early so I could get out of the office at a decent hour. Had a hard sleep with strange dreams. I was in Brooklyn again wandering the streets with my child bundled up in blankets. The child was crying and badly sick and I needed to find a doctor or something quick, but everything was closed because it was Sunday, I tried to stop passing cars or flag a cab down but no one would notice me. The child kept getting heavier and heavier and I didn't know how much longer I could keep walking. Finally I found my ex's place (suddenly I was back in Atl-dream logic). I asked her if she could take the child off my hands, just for a minute, my arms were getting tired. She didn't say anything- she just shook her head at me. This pissed me off and I asked her again, saying it was as much hers as mine. She points to the bundle and shakes her head and tells me that isn't a child I'm holding. I open up the bundle of blankets, but that's all it is; rags, old clothes,towels and dirty socks, and I keep unwrapping it thinking I must've accidently buried the child too deep and it was suffocating.. but there was nothing in it. I look up and the ex is gone and all of a sudden I'm really scared. I take off trying to retrace my steps looking for her/him whatever...suddenly the cops are chasing me, and i'm looking for a phone booth that works, if I can just call my folks it'll all be okay, but it's getting dark and the sirens are getting closer and it hits me, the streets aren't the ones I knew when I was a kid, I was in Atlanta and that was enough to let me know I was dreaming. I pull myself out of the REM 20 minutes before the alarm clock, and I had set my alarm early. I shake it off: Shit, shower, and shave. Stumble down the hill and catch the bus after a ten minute wait in the rain.
When I get to the station and board the train I put my head up against the window and try to "rest my eyes" for a few stops. A minute later and I got a MARTA cop rousting me up...
"You can't sleep here. What stop you getting off?"
"What?" I say still groggy
"Can't sleep here. Get up."
"I .. I just got here." I protest weakly. I'm not sure if i'm dreaming still all of a sudden. I can hear snickering from the other passengers, one of thems got their baby with them and it starts crying.I get goosebumps and wake up fast. Marta cop ain't looking to happy, a six foot something brother who weight lifts by the looks of him, and is probably pissed he didn't make real police so he's gonna play the tough guy with me and anyone else who thought they could hide from the elements by copping a nap on the train.
"This ain't no Motel 6..."
I decide to cut the hyperbole short and pull out my wallet and produce my MARTA card. "Weekly pass officer, I can ride this train all day if I want i'm afraid."
He looks at me cold, then the pass, then me. He says something authoritative and all, something about there no need for me to give him an attitude.
Fucker!
I try and go back to sleep but can't. As we pull out of the station I watch the GM factory spit fire from it's vents, the CSX is racing along us to the side, all graphettied out bearing witness to lives I can't decipher.
I wanna sleep but I can't.
Working helps but I get off in a few minutes and I know i've done too much coffee to grab a nap for tonight.
Anyway enough rambling.
Flux Factor and Angeles Birthday tonight.Play escort for the Princess. Firework and whiskey weekend up ahead. No more melatonin for me for awhile.
When I get to the station and board the train I put my head up against the window and try to "rest my eyes" for a few stops. A minute later and I got a MARTA cop rousting me up...
"You can't sleep here. What stop you getting off?"
"What?" I say still groggy
"Can't sleep here. Get up."
"I .. I just got here." I protest weakly. I'm not sure if i'm dreaming still all of a sudden. I can hear snickering from the other passengers, one of thems got their baby with them and it starts crying.I get goosebumps and wake up fast. Marta cop ain't looking to happy, a six foot something brother who weight lifts by the looks of him, and is probably pissed he didn't make real police so he's gonna play the tough guy with me and anyone else who thought they could hide from the elements by copping a nap on the train.
"This ain't no Motel 6..."
I decide to cut the hyperbole short and pull out my wallet and produce my MARTA card. "Weekly pass officer, I can ride this train all day if I want i'm afraid."
He looks at me cold, then the pass, then me. He says something authoritative and all, something about there no need for me to give him an attitude.
Fucker!
I try and go back to sleep but can't. As we pull out of the station I watch the GM factory spit fire from it's vents, the CSX is racing along us to the side, all graphettied out bearing witness to lives I can't decipher.
I wanna sleep but I can't.
Working helps but I get off in a few minutes and I know i've done too much coffee to grab a nap for tonight.
Anyway enough rambling.
Flux Factor and Angeles Birthday tonight.Play escort for the Princess. Firework and whiskey weekend up ahead. No more melatonin for me for awhile.
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on 2004-07-02 07:15 pm (UTC)Figures...
I'm sorry
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