Waiting for the train

I made friends with weirdos last night. Late night trains are good for supplying weirdos. We were all freaking out, because the R3 train was running 15 minutes late. One crazy wacko asked to use my phone. I told her she couldn't use it, because I remembered that story about people covering payphones with acid tabs. I didn't want to seem mean though, so I told her I got no service. Even though she asked me right after I got off the phone. She questioned that, "weren't you just on the phone?". "Ummm. What?" I said. Answering a question with a question is a good way to get out of most situations. Or just pretend you don't speak English. That's what I do when people try selling me women's socks on the Broad Street Line. "Socks, Socks, Socks, 3 for a dollar." They shove the crusty socks in my face. I shrug my soldiers and say "Du sollst ihm deine Handynummer geben" and then I point to the passed out bum 3 seats in front of me. Then I shrug and start to drool a little.

Oh anyway, NCAA basketball time. I picked a final four of freaking Oregon, Pitt, G-Town, and and and Memphis. Highly unlikely but I hate #1's. I have G-Town over Pitt in the Big East Final, and when G-Town wins, you'll realize the last team to beat them was Syracuse.

And then I'll get out my BMX and do table endos.