Yesterday, I was waiting for the train home when this guy sidled up to me. He's partially blind, and 'intellectually disabled.' I'm being nice there. I've met this guy before on a train, roughly four years ago. Yesterday, he asked me what the next train was, and I told him. He said he was going home... where was I going? Home. Where do I work? In the city. What do I do? I collect debts. (That stops alot of these guys dead, I love it.) What do I do in summer? I collect debts. Do I go swimming? At this point I explain to him that we met once before, and I know where this is going. The next question is what do I wear when I swim? Do I wear a bikini? Sometimes he walks around the house with no clothes on... do I do that? I reminded him that last time we met, I told him that I had no interest in speaking with him, and back then he tried telling me how disabled he is, I told him to piss off, the people on the train laughed and he changed seats. He went away yesterday, too.

(excerpted from old journal)