so last week i was riding the streetcar to work and i said down next to the window (my preferred spot) and picked up the Now that was beside me on the other seat. i'm not even reading i'm just flipping cause it's something to do and this old man in front of me turns around and starts telling me he used to write the movie reviews for Now. he's the guy on the streetcar you least want to talk to you because he won't stop talking. i'm being polite and nodding and all of that and he just keeps on talking, says he also used to write for the Toronto Star and how "that there's a real newspaper." then when he could see i wasn't interested he went back to talking at the driver.
when i got off it dawned on me that i could very easily end up like that guy. telling strangers how i used to be somebody and now i just ride the streetcar waiting for a conversation.
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