I got on the bus at 11:30 this morning. A man covered in black dirt got on and fell asleep on the row of chairs in front of me. When I was changing buses at the corner I passed a man who asked me, "Up or down?" Twenty feet behind him two police officers had someone cornered against the fence of the Carnegie Center's courtyard and were casually interrogating him. As I approached I head the man say, "OK, I am mentally unstable right now but..."

On the way home I decided to walk to a farther bus stop up Hastings St. On the way I passed a man coming in the other direction, praying to God in Farsi, in a terrified, blubbering panic. Then I passed a man walking very angrily with his head down, muttering to himself. His only audible words were, "You FUCK... FUCKING... FUCKING... I'll FUCKING... tell me to FUCKING..." Then I walked by a man passed out in a doorway beside a fresh bag of green grapes. He was reclined like the Venus of Urbino with one palm upturned and a needed sticking out of his arm.