"mumphhhh" the noise said.
i looked up and realized that the noise was not simply a disembodied noise but i instead it imitated from a person. the person from which the noise came was a disheveled man torn jeans and a dirty tee shirt
"humphhhhhh" the dirty man said.
"what?" i said, taking out my headphones. the man look at me with blood shot eyes, and swayed a little. it was as if he was expecting me to say something.
"joo know man, theres only one thing i want,"
at this point i figured he was homeless and was about to ask for money so i perpered to tell him i was fresh out of cash (which i was i had just paid a $14 library fine)
"alls i want is peice man, just peice..... ... ... ... (at this point he began staring out into space and his eyes unfocused and he teetered precarious on unsure legs) ... ... but they keep stealing it from me, i try and catch them in the act but they are to fast, i cant catch them and then they hide and i cant find them."
i this point i realized i was talking to a very drunk schizophrenic man so i thought carefully about how to get out of the situation. i though that maybe he would leave on his own, so i didn't say anything. alas he was determined to have a philosophical discussion
"but peace , man its all about peace thats all i want" he slurred
"ya peace is good" i responded
he looked surprised as if he had forgotten that i was there
"YA YOU understand finally someone who knows what i'm trying to say" it was at this point that he started to move as if to hug me, something i was less than enthusiastic about as he reeked of alcohol, it was at this point i decided to make a hasty exit i stood up and backed away, but then
"hey, stop bothering people, phill" a short man in a puffy blue coat was yelling at the park philosopher, phill, "how many time have i told you? stop bothering people when you're drunk"
"come on i'm hardly drunk atoll" said phill
"go take a nap, and come back in a few hours then we can talk" retorted the blue coated man
"marphluffffffffffuk" said phill and wandered off
at which the blue coated man went his merry way and left me feeling rather amused.
this is just one of my many encounters with the publicly drunken or other wise mentally incapacitated, for instance a few weeks prior i was smoked on by a man in the library, yes in the library, he lit up in the middle of the second floor and blew smoke on me in the middle of the central library, another time i had a two hour debate about the existence of god with a tech savey Jehovah's witness in the center of Munich and yet another time i was told by a man on the bus about how the government is stockpiling human organs in order to give them to the aliens.
o think that many would find these encounters disturbing but for me they serve to brighten up my day, in a twilight zone sort of way.









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"Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours---"
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