When I got off the train I called Matt immediately.
"Dude, I just saw retard fall down the stairs"
"What?"
"It was intense. He was deaf"
"What?"
"I was on the train, and I meet this deaf guy, I mean, he met me. I was coming back from the cafe car with a drink, and he saw me and asked 'Hey do they have alcohol here?', I told them they did, and then he came back with a cup and pulled a fucking tallboy from his bag"
"Yeah"
"And then we got to fucking Berkeley -- that was his stop. Like, I was talking to him the whole way -- he was teaching me shit, like sign language shit. He taught me 'bitch', 'bastard', and some other crap. Here's what's fucked up though -- he was going to Berkeley to visit his friend in the hospital."
"Yeah?"
"His friend has fucking colon cancer. And he's a deaf retard. And he fell down the fucking stairs. He just goes over ther, and does a 'FUCK YEAH' sorta thing, throws the devil horns up, and then CLUNK down the fucking stairs."
"Down the fucking stairs man."
"I run over there and he split open a fucking can of beer in his bag, and he's fucking laying there, and the conductor stops the train, and calls in the paramedics, and he's just fucking moaning."
"And they call over the intercom 'Is there a doctor on the train? Or a nurse?' And this lady comes up and she's a nurse or nurse practicioner, and she's trying to talk to him, and he doesn't want to say anything, I think because he thinks people are trying to get him in trouble for having beer, and then the paramedics show up and look at all the beer everywhere and think he pissed himself or something, and they try to ask him 'Sir, sir? Are you OK? There's a lot of liqid on the ground here. Are you OK?' And the motherfucker was just trying to visit his friend in the hospital, and that's what's fucked up"
"And you know what's even more fucked up? So I'm talking to this guy -- I mean, as best I can -- and he's like, 'Yeah, I could've had a kid, I could've had a kid', apparently he had a wife who died, or his son died or something, so this guy is fucking a deaf retard, AND he's lost his girlfriend, AND he's lost his son. That's fucked up man."
"Yeah."
"I'm having a cigarette right now. Fuck it. I'm going home and having a drink. It's kind of intense. I don't know why. I was just talking to the guy. I feel responsible, but I mean, what am I going to do? Would've he fallen down the stairs if I wasn't there? I don't fucking know. But he fell down the fucking stairs dude. They carried him off on one of those stretchers. He was just visiting his friend. Fucking intense."
"Yeah.":
"And I mean, I'm just gonna go home. I'm gonna go home and have a drink and none of this shit is going to matter, but that deaf retard is going to be in the fucking hospital. And his friend is in the hospital. And his son is dead, or whatever. Fucking christ, this guy"
"You should've seen him. He had the full on army jacket, fucking camo everywhere -- I don't know what it is with retards and the military -- fucking the army and fucking wrestling and fucking retards. And you know what was fucked up? I was talking to this guy like he was fucking three -- hey man, look at those lights, hey that's cool, and then the next set of big lights that came up, he'd point them out to me, like a fucking parrot, and I wanted to say, hey, man, you don't have to impress me, hey, man, just tell me what your life is like, but there's no way he could do that and I had no business asking".
