So... yesterday afternoon I get off BART and pick up my wife at Embarcadero Station in SF and we hop onto the N Judah train. Somewheres around Civic Center this guy gets on who makes a significant amount of commotion and a relatively significant amount of room for himself near one of the sets of double doors as he gets on the train. He's got a couple of full worn leather bags/packs and a little leather cap. He looks like a guy in his mid 50's. He's wearing what looks to be relatively clean clothes. He's a bit quirky and he looks a bit quirky and he's acting a bit quirky. But its no biggie. Its San Francisco, right? Even the little, plastic Care Bear-ish child's seat he produces from his bag and sets on the floor doesn't phase me. Although, he doesn't use it, which I thought was odd - it just remains unused next to his stuff.

So, he's doing all sortsa stuff with his bag, occassionally caughing and blowing his noise into a hanky or something, merely centimeters from the guy standing right infront of him. My wife and I watch him repeatedly bend over to rummage around in his bags, placing bets as to when his shirt is going to finally pull out of his out of his pants and we will all be graced with a glimps of pimply crack... or when he's bent over rummaging and the bus finally stops short again and he goes tumbling into the crowd.

Eventually all this settles down and money never changes hands between my wife and I. And then I start to hear a clinking sound, coming from in front of him that just sounds familiar. I can't quite place it. And then I hear the sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhwoooooosh. I really recognize that sound. Then I see him drop something, as though its hot to the touch, that lets off what looks like steam and clinks as it hits the ground. Finally I get a glimpse of the whip-it paraphernalia in his hand as he bends down to pick up the spent nitrous oxide canister. The guy is standing on a crowded, lurching bus doing nitrous. I can't even get a whiff of it and I'm already cracking up. Of all drugs to do on a moving bus, this must be the most cumbersome, save for using a 5ft bong. He must've done about 3 canisters in a row, cranking the whip-it tool down and then releasing it with considerable blast infront of his face as he inhaled. I kept wanting to yell out to him "Hey Buddy, get a balloon!", like you yell "get a room!" to lovers who cannot control themselves in public. But, alas, my wife, although laughing, wouldn't let me.

The End.

jason

 

Jason.. you're such an Aszhole. just kidding. I don't know you, but I love you man. There's always people like that. I like to stay in the second to last whatever in every public trans. There's always the "weird section" like the back of every BART. I usually stay in the second to last section of the bart.. but last night I ended up in the last one.. man, I felt like I was in a weird movie and I'd end up in some fun house. People were looking all around, staring all crazy.. bunch of weirdos. If parking at the Embarcadero didn't cost four nuts and a **** (roughly 30 dollars), I'd drive to work everyday.. but since it does, oh well... If I get stabbed, you'll know why

 

All right, I need to make something clear here. You CAN say "*******".

jason

 

ok... *******.

 

this belongs in the back section of the BART.. cuz it's weird how ******* can be shown, but everything else can't... ****, *****, etc.

 

I was sitting at a stoplight one day and my friend was pulling up behind me. As the car from across the intersection got closer I could notice a huge balloon in front of this guy's face! As he passed me I could clearly tell he was doing a whip-it, WHILE DRIVING! He came very close to my car as he went by so I thought he must be passing out. I then look through my back window and see him crash head on into my friends truck destroying it.

Nitrous is no laughing matter (hehe). I have seen people take whip-its while standing up and then fall down and split thier heads open. Well, I guess I was laughing at them.

 

wow.. I didn't know about that as a drug.. that's kinda funny how people find out about drugs and how to get high. Wonder what the process is?? "hey... this exhaust smells sorta sweet..." "yeah! if you stick your head closer, it's like weed man!" "No way!" "Yes way!" "Dude... this exhaust pipe is huge!" "You can stick a lot of weed in there..." "dude, let's try it!" "Ahhh shiiit! it smells even sweeter now! "

 

Well this drug happens to be used by dentists for legit reasons all the time...and it also happens to be what the food industry uses to charge whipped cream canisters. Some time ago a 'smart' hippie figured out they were the same gas...and there you have it...hippie crack. It's extreamly phsycologically addictive (read: no real addiction, but if you do it enough you'll want to be on it all day every day). It kills brain cells because of low oxygen to the brain (That's why at the dentist they use a mix of nitrous and oxygen instead of pure nitrous...). But 'I've heard' it feels pretty cool...hehehe...just make sure you're sitting down!! (And driving?!?!? That's f***ing rediculous to me!!!!)

 

Heheh. Don't say you never learned something from me!


What gets me about the whole scene, really, is, what possible reasons would this guy have for "needing" to do whip-its right THEN and THERE? Was he having withdrawls? "OMG! Too much O2! Need to put that down with some N2O!" I just don't get it.

By the by... I wonder if using N20 like this is illegal.

jason

 

The cop who arrested the guy said it was only illegal because he had spent cartridges in his vehicle, and charged him with a DUI. I assume it becomes a "controlled substance" once you try to inhale it.

 

since when could you say that?

 

gosh.. stick to the topic *******! haha just kidding *****. (I know your name's not *****.. I was just kidding again Wallet.... I mean Waller... I mean.. eh *******!... just kidding again )

 

*******

 

that's SF for you... once a crack head tried to rape my girlfriend near market and church too.