Green Line

Today I ate katsudon and and met a fangirl, natch. I wanted to go see a movie but she lives in a giant bucket. Instead I argued about Zionism and watched Repo Man. On the way home there was a boy who had gotten on the wrong train. It was almost midnight and we were on the last train out of town. Kid was sobbing. One guy was a real pal and explained to the conductor with a heavy Bahston accent what had happened. The conductor went through the options and the guy collected some money from part of the car to get the kid a taxi. Everyone congratulated the guy. "This won't be on the news tomorrow," one bystander said, "but we know it happened." Indeed.

It's good to be home.