Autistic kid

There was a boy on the subway just now who looked to be about 14 years old. He was with his father. I think the kid was autistic, because his behavior was very like Raymond in Rain Man. He even looked like a young Dustin Hoffman in glasses. “They shouldn’t be allowed to do that… They shouldn’t be allowed to do that…” “What?” “They’ve closed the doors. We’re not even moving.

What is it with the T this month?

I just sat next to a new and different kind of crazy person on the T. I don’t know how you’d even begin to categorize his behavior, apart from “bizarre”. He looked perfectly normal as I sat down. Smelled perfectly normal too—that is, no noticeable aroma. He began his performance art by poking at the backpack of the person standing in front of him, using a black Pilot V5 rollerball. He probed at the zippers for a while, without getting any reaction.

Much more of this and I’m buying a car

This morning on the T there was a really stinky guy with psoriasis and matted grey hair who insisted on standing shoved up against me, and breathing with his mouth hanging open. Obviously the psoriasis isn’t his fault, but the rest I hold him responsible for. I still feel soiled…

Tourette’s Syndrome

Coming home, I was sat next to the guy with Tourette’s Syndrome. At least, that’s what I assume it is; I’m no expert. He’s often travelling either to or from Davis Square. He sits and basically babbles whatever enters his head. Sometimes he tries to read a book or magazine, and you hear bits of the text incorporated into his vocalizations. Tonight it was mostly unintelligible; if it was a foreign language, it wasn’t one I recognize.