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Universal City Red Line Station

The Day I Thought A Random Guy Was Going To Shoot Me

I was waiting for the train to transport me from Universal City to Downtown LA. My feet were killing me. Living in New York City for fifteen years was all the training I needed to perfect the art of walking the streets like a pro but somehow the landscape of LA was different animal.

Every step feels like an accumulated punishment for all the days ahead that will hold you accountable for not navigating the city the right way.

Okay. I get it! I’m a loser. I have to succumb to the moving sanitarium — otherwise known as the bus or get a breather and hop on the Metro Rail.

He kept looking at me as if to make sure that he could log me in as a recipient of his planned festivities.

I wanted to take out my headphones and plug them into Drake’s Hotline Bling. I needed to listen to something that would drastically change the overall tone — but I couldn’t do it.

Suddenly he walked past me and stopped. And then he walked to the end of the platform and stopped.

Fuck! What was he doing? Was he lost or was he trying to decide if the tracks could hold all the bodies he was planning to shoot up because more and more people were heading down the staircase.

Damn it. Why was I so convinced this guy was a psycho killer? Well, maybe because he was standing in front of me with a heightened look in his eyes.

Wait? What the fuck? Why was music coming out of my ears? When did that happen?

I was so ashamed and weary with my own psychosis — I decided to walk and walk until I couldn’t walk anymore.

He wasn’t a weird white guy with a gun.

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