Per Nic's request: The Blind Molestation Story (in 3 parts)
"Blind Molestation Story" or "He Didn't See Me Coming" (Part 1)
So I was at De Anza, my local community college, one day after school sitting on a bench in the main Quad in front of the fountain (you know the place) waiting to get picked up (since I didn't have the car that day). After 3:00 there aren't usually many people sticking around, but there were enough of the usual passerbys. The asian cliques were out and about (mostly the girls, rowrl) and there were random folks I'd seen about the campus buzzing around.
Frank was among them.
Frank (as I was to learn during this, our first encounter) was an overweight blind man in his middle years (40 to 50) who I'd seen around the campus on scant occassions. He's usually alone, finding his way around with the aid of his blindey-stick (I'm going to use the word blindey on occassion, don't be offended. Dont'!) and carrying around a man-satchel.
He was walking to his classes in the disabled wing from the main Quad, but I guess he had some time, so he sat down at the first bench at the turn, two benches down from where I sat. I didn't have any opinion of him at the time, but given my status (alone) I decided to watch him.
I always wondered how the blind kill time, and I always imagined they did it by listening. I was close, in Frank's case : from his man-satchel (which he handled with meaty sausage fingers) he pulled a walkman and headphones, tape already loaded. He fumbled with it for a time, seeing as how he had linguica mitts - and dropped it smack on the ground.
Not to dis' Japanese engineering, but when a walkman hits the ground, it's out. That was the case with Frank's. He picked it up gingerly and fingered it, testing the buttons to see if it worked or not. I could tell by his continued efforts and his expression that it did not.
"Awww, the blind man broke his toy," I thought sincerely thinking that it's a shame that a small joy in this man's life had been taken away from him, at least for a time.
I felt sad. Really sad -- then he started screaming.
"FUCK! SHIT! CUMFUCKING ASS DICK! TIT LICKING SHIT KICKER FUCK!"
Oh holy shit...
That's it for today kids. Check back tomorrow for the next thrilling installment of "Blind Molestation Story"!
"Blind Molestation Story" or "He Didn't See Me Coming" (Part 1)
So I was at De Anza, my local community college, one day after school sitting on a bench in the main Quad in front of the fountain (you know the place) waiting to get picked up (since I didn't have the car that day). After 3:00 there aren't usually many people sticking around, but there were enough of the usual passerbys. The asian cliques were out and about (mostly the girls, rowrl) and there were random folks I'd seen about the campus buzzing around.
Frank was among them.
Frank (as I was to learn during this, our first encounter) was an overweight blind man in his middle years (40 to 50) who I'd seen around the campus on scant occassions. He's usually alone, finding his way around with the aid of his blindey-stick (I'm going to use the word blindey on occassion, don't be offended. Dont'!) and carrying around a man-satchel.
He was walking to his classes in the disabled wing from the main Quad, but I guess he had some time, so he sat down at the first bench at the turn, two benches down from where I sat. I didn't have any opinion of him at the time, but given my status (alone) I decided to watch him.
I always wondered how the blind kill time, and I always imagined they did it by listening. I was close, in Frank's case : from his man-satchel (which he handled with meaty sausage fingers) he pulled a walkman and headphones, tape already loaded. He fumbled with it for a time, seeing as how he had linguica mitts - and dropped it smack on the ground.
Not to dis' Japanese engineering, but when a walkman hits the ground, it's out. That was the case with Frank's. He picked it up gingerly and fingered it, testing the buttons to see if it worked or not. I could tell by his continued efforts and his expression that it did not.
"Awww, the blind man broke his toy," I thought sincerely thinking that it's a shame that a small joy in this man's life had been taken away from him, at least for a time.
I felt sad. Really sad -- then he started screaming.
"FUCK! SHIT! CUMFUCKING ASS DICK! TIT LICKING SHIT KICKER FUCK!"
Oh holy shit...
That's it for today kids. Check back tomorrow for the next thrilling installment of "Blind Molestation Story"! 
rubbersoul:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooohhhhhhh, I can't wait. This almost as good as Joe Millionaire.