So. I was just assaulted by a woman in the subway. After 10 odd years here, minding my own business, out of nowhere, a woman smashed me in the face with her bag. I was so shocked, all I could do was spit blood onto the platform, and a wonderful man saw it happen and got up to protect me from her. After maybe 15 seconds of us making sure I was okay, she had wandered toward the exit, but not before stuffing her bag into the trash, covered in my DNA. Jonathan, my new friend, had called the police, and we started filing the report with the MTA. Ive never been so scared/confused/in pain. I filed the report with the police once they arrived and EMTs checked me out and got me iced up. I have a small tear in my gums, my lower lip, my Monroe is a little ripped, my nose is swollen, and I have a headache. I had joked with the Police about needing to know what was in that bag, because I was sure it had been bricks, or books, or the bible. I decided not to press charges, because she was clearly not all there in the head, and must have been in a bad place, and ultimately Im fine. (Ill have to cancel my acting gig tomorrow, but it wont kill me) I asked the officer if he would oblige me in digging the bag out to find what I was pummeled in the face with. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled it out, and sure as shit, after the rolled up magazines, the scarf and the sweater, he pulled out a copy of the bible. I am simultaneously amused an not amused at all. And Im scared that even when you quietly mind your business, you are still susceptible to random acts of violence. I could really use some company right now.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 01:00:12 +0000
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