so it has become....
last night i was afforded the opportunities of this income-source...becoming one with the client base...of the more psychotic side.
the nightfall couldn't have created a more inviting an ambiance...the deep yellow of the 'filling' moon, as it hung in the black/blue sky...its glow casting incredible outlines of the storm clouds...a better harbinger of what would come soon enough, there couldn't be.
the absence of a camera only ensured that the sky's dramatic scape would be one for the memory...it started with a fireball of a sunset as the clouds were opened just enough for the bathing yellow orange pyrotechnics to swathe the skyline in 'flames'....even as the lower lying clouds appeared more like smoke in this vista...
a tease perhaps, for what would follow later...?
the first station had so many discolourations per shelter-an orgiastic melding of filths and bloods and other sundry smears...as though there had been an enclave of horrors committed to bloodletting and more...a carney of carnage...
there was no time for any 'cleansing' here...just the duly noting of these by now old relics of lives not there...if not lost forever.
onward to the station of hauntings...the scene awaiting me was one of mud reminders of the now receded waters in the basement level and the accompanying stench of what brought to mind swamps and fetid, decaying plant life...among other kinds...to the haunted side there seemed to be nothing untowards...the spirits in repose apparently.
it wasn't until the final destination for me, the old adversary and friend of a station, that there was-awaiting-the baptismal experiences... the atypical yet ever real menaces found in the most 'civilised' of societies.
there was a collective of police cars surrounding a parked car, causing us to speculate as to the situation at hand...not long after being dropped there i saw the exiting of 2 guys, as they walked away from the car and headed for a convenience store across the way. i was outside at the time of all this. not 5 minutes after entering the store they were out, with the shopkeep exchanging shouts with them while they walked away from it. suddenly, they turned and began walking back to this solitary individual in this now vulnerable shop...seeing a police cruiser still in the parking lot i made my way there to try to run interference with the scenario about to unfold-likely bloodshed...
the police responded and, as the guys did an aboutface-seeing the incoming police presence-pulled up alongside them with the cherries on.
another half hour transpired before they came towards the station, clearly intent on situating themselves there-probably for the duration. liquored up, they made their way towards me and made mindless talk about the train schedule...shut down for the night by then... they were not impressed, clearly, but there was nothing to be done. but wait... and to piss on signs and a battery of payphones...
while in the station i heard voices and looked up to see three young teens there-they'd come up from where the two stood outside, and they were upset-one had been threatened by the two-none of them would've stood a chance against them, being almost virginal in appearance...two still with the vestiges of baby fat in their faces.
i assure them they were safe with me in the station, and that i would contact the security personnel. doing so, i noticed the police across the way at the convenience store, and their sudden movement to the station, and to these characters...
thinking that, third time confrontation with the police would yield some well needed removal of them from the area, i went about making sure the youths were fine and in front of security cameras on the platform lest anything untoward occur before the start of the train schedule.
the unexpected occurred with the two characters leaving the site and getting into their car, drunkenly heading off to parts unknown....and then the police disappearing too. what would have they had to have done to be tossed into the drunk tank for the night-if only to force them to consider their actions and more-their attitudes? most people, when confronted by the cops once, would stop at that and not borrow trouble, but these two obviously had no sense of morals...or limtation....the one gave off this sensation of deep rooted psychotic tendencies...with horror and dread i was reminded of the time i witnessed-too far away to be of help-this one evil entity booting a person he'd beaten into a prone position's head...seriously boot fucking him...this person at the station was one of these...dead eyes deep in the sockets...
my fuck....these encounters can only intensify...
even the moon had gone into hiding...
