Monday, May 5, 2008
A Friendly Reminder
When someone emailed me this earlier today, I couldn't look at it because I was on my blackberry, not my computer. Plus, I was out at Chapel Hill Middle School talking to some 8th graders.
But when I finally got back in front a computer to peep this clip, it reminded me of what I hated about riding MARTA, crazy ass mah fuggas!
For the last month or so, I've been vowing to get back on MARTA because of these outrageous gas prices. But, the fact that its starting to heat up outside and hardly any of the places I frequent right now rest right off the train line make it a hassle.
It has nothing to do with me feeling better than the train, no shame here. Anybody and everybody that knows me knows that when I was having car problems here and there, I'd hop my ass on MARTA in a second. Hell, it served as my personal limo for many years. Hell, I've seriously been considering just riding it for the hell of it every once in while just to see whats going on in these streets. Riding MARTA is how I stayed up on what was going on and what was new. Its how I found out about what music was popular, it how I kept up, er, noticed new fashion trends. A lot of times, riding MARTA is what inspired some of my best writing and blogging.
But, seeing clips like the one above reminded me of what I didn't like about MARTA. I didn't mind the homeless people asking for money, I didn't mind the rush hour crowds. It was loud, ignorant folks like the one above that made angry that I couldn't just drive away.
When I looked at this, I couldn't even laugh. This shit is actually quite sad. This young woman is obviously on some type of drug. And seeing how she accused someone on the train of raping her, lets you know that she really needs help. After saying that, I almost feel bad for calling her ignorant and loud earlier in this post, but it is what it is.
Crazy thing is, they were pulling into East Lake station. For as long as I could remember, crazy mah fuggas always seem to either get on or get off there. On the Eastside line, from Indian Creek up to Decatur Station, folks act sensible for the most part. But from East Lake to Five Points and on into the Westside, people just get loonier and loonier. Anyone thats from here knows just how accurate the patrons on the East-West MARTA line represents the people from that given area.
Labels: Where I'm From