My name is Gary.
Life sucks. This lady came in today and she was all beaten up. They took her into #3 and did a rape kit on her. She had this long slow cry, like she was exhaling this pure sick sorrow. I should have been mad, I should have wanted to kill the guy who did that to her, but I couldn’t get mad when I heard that cry, I could only get sad.
In #4 this old guy threw up all over the place, but I am used to that. It is funny how moping up piss and vomit and blood and who knows what, you kind of think of your body different. My old girlfriend asked me if I thought people’s bodies were disgusting because I see all the bad stuff that comes out of them, but I don’t. Bodies are bodies. We all got the same juices flowing all inside. Sometimes I think I am getting to appreciate all the colors and stuff, even the smells.
When I was getting ready to leave, the new intern came into the little recreation area I was recreating in. She is just a little thing. A little Chinese woman, but she is from San Francisco so she doesn’t talk like she is Chinese. She seems real nice, but I think she gets scared when she is around me. That makes me a little sad, but I guess when you are 6’4″ and weigh as much as I do people tend to think you’re scary. Maybe because I am black too. I don’t like to think that about nice people like her, but I know it is in their minds.
The train was so crowded today. I got a seat at 59th Street, but I got up to give it to some old lady with a cane. I sometimes feel bad when I sit, because I take up kind of 2 seats, so I usually stand.
Man, my knee hurts.
