I know @FrailPaleStaleMale has. I just got back from it. It never really feels real until it enters your world and starts affecting your life. You see all of these people on the Internet like "Hey, you don't need to buy up all this toilet paper, how long do you plan to stay in quarantine?" So you figure "That's other places in the world. My city is smart. My city read the articles. My city won't be buying into the hysteria." And then you see store after store in your neighborhood, bereft of so much. Especially toilet paper. I wasn't even there for toilet paper. I went to go get Magic Shave for my head. But they didn't have Magic Shave or toilet paper. Or much of anything else. So I had to journey across my city, checking store after store.
If you went, I wanna hear how it was.
I had to ride buses because I can't drive. At a bus stop I saw a woman wearing a facemask. I decided to try some day game on her. It didn't work. But at another bus stop I ran into this older guy. He was much friendlier and much more open than the woman. He was also 75. He complimented my jacket and we hit it off from there. His story was the story of the American working class. Fucked around when he was young, then he went to Vietnam, then he went to prison, and then he tried to keep his head above water with what honest work he could find. I asked what it was he did to get locked up, and all he would tell me was "Those bad crimes people talk about." So I'm guessing it's something worse than burglary. I told him about how I wish my life was more exciting, and he said no, life is for living long and slow. And it really did feel good to hear that from him. I'm probably not gonna take his advice, but his words felt warm and wise. Also, we talked about this K-pop thing that seems to be taking over Twitter, and the K-pop dudes women seem to be into nowadays. And we talked about the women of nowadays compared to the women of his day. He says the women of today are better than when he was bangin'. God bless you, old man, where ever you are.
I traveled as far north as I could without getting into the open air drug dens of my city. And there was no Magic Shave or toilet paper or anything. But there was something about the feeling in air. The hustle and bustle of the panic, the eerie quiet of the deserted areas, it was like Christmas. I feel a kinship with all my locked down. Even though I'm not really "locked down" per se. And that affords me the privilege of exploring the world while everyone else is inside.
If you went, I wanna hear how it was.
I had to ride buses because I can't drive. At a bus stop I saw a woman wearing a facemask. I decided to try some day game on her. It didn't work. But at another bus stop I ran into this older guy. He was much friendlier and much more open than the woman. He was also 75. He complimented my jacket and we hit it off from there. His story was the story of the American working class. Fucked around when he was young, then he went to Vietnam, then he went to prison, and then he tried to keep his head above water with what honest work he could find. I asked what it was he did to get locked up, and all he would tell me was "Those bad crimes people talk about." So I'm guessing it's something worse than burglary. I told him about how I wish my life was more exciting, and he said no, life is for living long and slow. And it really did feel good to hear that from him. I'm probably not gonna take his advice, but his words felt warm and wise. Also, we talked about this K-pop thing that seems to be taking over Twitter, and the K-pop dudes women seem to be into nowadays. And we talked about the women of nowadays compared to the women of his day. He says the women of today are better than when he was bangin'. God bless you, old man, where ever you are.
I traveled as far north as I could without getting into the open air drug dens of my city. And there was no Magic Shave or toilet paper or anything. But there was something about the feeling in air. The hustle and bustle of the panic, the eerie quiet of the deserted areas, it was like Christmas. I feel a kinship with all my locked down. Even though I'm not really "locked down" per se. And that affords me the privilege of exploring the world while everyone else is inside.
