Last night, I went out. I met some interesting people and drank some beer. While I was minding my own business, this twenty five year old turkish man starts talking to me. I instantly deduced that he was high on some kind of drug, because he was way too talkative, his pupils were not responding to the changes in light and he seemed to have a questionable relationship with reality. I engage him in conversation and he tells me that he takes martial arts classes and that he goes to school. Some other Turkish people were in the bar, so he started talking to them in Turkish. He tried to engage almost everyone in some form of conversation and by that point I had become a tad bit concerned for his safety, even though he was little more than a stranger to me.
I finally asked him what he was on and he said it was a drug like MDMA (ecstasy) but mellower. Some new wave drug of choice going around. I have never been on ecstasy, nor do I ever want to try, but I will say it was kind of fun to live vicariously through this man for a couple of hours. I asked him when he took the hit and he said it was around nine thirty pm, just after he got out of martial arts class. It was around eleven when I started talking to him, so he must have been at the peak of his high.
Later that night, I offered to escort him to the train because I didn't want anything to happen to him. On the way to the train, he picked up a long, hollow tube discarded from a construction site and started banging it on metal things and also on the sidewalk, I just kept walking and asked him to get rid of it, and he said he needed it for martial arts class.
We continued to walk and we ended up about a block away from the train when he noticed a tall, young hispanic man looking at me, that I did not notice.
"Look, see that guy knows you are beautiful, did you see his eyes light up when he looked at you?"
"Um, let's keep walking"
Hispanic guy, smiling "No, disrespect to you man..."
We get to the train and the kid still has his stick. I decided to let it go. We got to the platform and waited and waited and waited for the train. It took at least forty minutes for the train to arrive and in that time of course he tried to engage a lot of people in conversation of course, while I hastily tried to keep us out of trouble.
There were four big black guys standing next to us having a loud conversation and one of them said "No" loudly to the other and the Turkish guy turns around and says "yes, yes" equally as loudly.
This is the conversation I had in my head when that happened:
"Oh, my God, this kid is going to get me killed. I wonder if I will I will go to heaven and get to spend eternity with the virgins because the last thing on Earth I did was a good deed. Oh, wait. I'm not Muslim, nor am I a terrorist willing to sacrifice myself for 72 virgins - and what if that guy on the Detroit plane had succeeded? Those would be some disappointed virgins - I really don't want to die tonight, but there are some shady people on this platform and this kid is smaller than me and I can't take them all out. I wonder who will miss me..."
Thankfully the guys, nor anyone else, didn't beat us to death and the train finally came. We got in the last car.
"Let's walk to the front of this car"
"Okay"
Big Black Guy "Yo, man. Move out of the way so these two can sit down"
I sat down.
"I don't like the last car"
"Just sit down"
He sits.
"Seriously, I don't like the last car, I'm going to walk to that car. If you need me, I will be in the car ahead"
"Okay, nice to meet you man, I'll be here"
With that, he got up and walked to the adjacent car.
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