BART: The Drunken Vagrant

BART: Bay Area Rapid Transit. The subway system sewing the San Francisco Bay area patchwork of cities into one coherent easily accessible piece. While riding, one will find all sorts of people from business men, students, messenger boys, kids, schizos, tards, fringe elephants, slut puppies, patchwork pansies, and my favorite, the drunken vagrant.

I sat across the aisle from him on a San Francisco bound train from Daly City. He was a large fellow of 6'2", short curly hair, sunken red eyes, wearing a black Lakers jacket with purple sleeves. Yeah yeah, he shouldn't be wearing that in the Frisco Bay, but no one wanted anything to do with him and his drunken slurs, ramblings, philosophies on relaxation, sex, and fatherhood. Except me. I began to write discretely in my notebook. His feet were up, relaxin' on the seat across from him. Anything in brackets [] is my interpretation of his slurs.

Greetings, Relaxation & Money:
Man, I'm just gonna sit here and relax. I aint gonna sing, i aint gonna talk...just relax. If you can't relax man, life ain't worth living.

I don't care 'bout money. Money aint nothing. I just want to relax. Don't worry bout that money shit. I go to my sister...all she wants...Respect.

Philosophy sharing on love:
You [gotta] find someone who loves you man, [otherwise] you aint acting right.

If i want to make love to my woman...I eat her ass out. I go all out...shit i go all out. We be doin' that 69...[all night]"

She said "who you wanna sleep with." Go like this *begins to sing* "lovin' you..." And tell her that you love her.

You're a lover and a gentleman. You're a daddy. I wanna look like you.

Advice on fatherhood to a man with two kids:
Thats why they respect you...cuz you there daddy.

You know what big daddy, let me tell you something...i wanna be a daddy.

The children gonna bring the best out of you.

Go to my son's...tell the mother lets make it right. I'll bring him a blanket.

I never told him this here, "I need you." I never told him i need him.

My son want one thing. My son want me to be his father...father for real. I aint no father.

You know what man...I gotta tell you something. See how it got quiet...[yeah] you already know. You already know.

Relations with the old lady:
I'm gonna shut up...not gonna say nothing.*begins to sing*

She said I talk too much. I can't ride around and not talk to anybody. She be telling me to shut up.

She say, "all you gotta do is lay it out baby...and be quiet."

Ramblings on being a fighter to a businessman on his cellphone:
They got a boxing gloves...see my hand...see my hand *pointing to scars on his knuckles*. This hand is bigger than the other...this one hit harder. I was built for fighting man...I'm a slugger...I be knockin' niggas out with this one.

Big Daddy, we fight and then we kiss. Aint that right Big Daddy *gets up to try and kiss the businessman on the cellphone*.

See my face...SEE MY FACE! Knock yo ass way out!

Why he takes the train:
Its a Rolls Royce. I just chill. Let someone else drive for me. I go all the way to Daly City. Does yo mama do that? I go anywhere i want to go.

For young girls...

Hey young man. Big Daddy. Me and my woman make love. Doin'...sneakin... Know what i do on the back of the train? Why don't you come back and see. She come to back [with] me...she about to get fucked! Aint that right.

I can ride the train all night.

Cordiality:
Big Daddy...Sir...put your legs up here. You ain't doing nothing wrong. Nobody say nothin'...Come on, put em up here. *The business man reluctantly puts his legs up on the seat across from him*

Merry Christmas!

Sadly I had to transfer to the Richmond line at 12th St, Oakland. For all i know he's still riding the rails. Maybe that makes him a hobo...hmm. The characters on subways are the best. Much love to the bay!