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Black people food?
So, I went to the dentist, and it turns out, my braces will be removed, during my next appointment, which is in 3 weeks.
On my way home, I saw one of the crazy people I saw on the train this past summer. He was wearing a green shirt this time, that had the team "Jaspers" on it, and was wearing a matching cap. He was wearing the same two medals as before, and the same thick plastic framed glasses as before. Apparently, he works for some sports team, or venue, and he kept talking (to himself) about the team's situation, and how if they don't win their next game, it's over. Apparently, he's more a fan of the men's team than of the women's team. He started talking to another passenger, who recognized him from a previous game, and they got a long just fine. The man's daughter, Jessica, is one of the cheerleaders, for the team. He got off at Roosevelt Island, and the train was silent again. For some reason I feel an urge to track him down, and get acquainted with him. I doubt he's crazy. He's obviously employed, working for a team, and probably just hasn't learned to control himself, resulting in stereotypically "crazy" behavior. Ah, well...
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