o I said I will write about something that happened during the little adventure I had. (I am officially obsessed with making those fancy extra large letters... it will probably be like that every post from now on.)

It was a Sunday afternoon. The time was around half past five I believe. It was not that dark afterall- spring is coming soon. As I was walking down the Drive, a weird feeling was surrounding me. In case you don't remember, I talked about the Drive a couple of weeks ago- read it if you wanna. It feels so, old and ruined. As soon as I started walking along the drive, I saw a girl appear like a ghost, without a sound, without footsteps, in front of a sketchy Chinese restaurant. I didn't notice her until I heard her either sniffing the air or sobbing when I walked pass her. I abruptly turned and noticed she got a bruises on her face. She was wearing a hooded pullover and cotton pants. She was hunching her back, standing alone in the shadow. I did not pay too much attention to her as I simply did not care too much. So I went on walking and this time I hear her following me- they are re-making the sidewalk so there was sand and stuff everywhere.

Actually from the moment I noticed her existance I knew she was going to follow me for a little bit. I just knew it and don't ask why. You know, if you were a gazelle, you always knew if you were the target or not when the lions are chasing your pack. A little chill went down my spine actually. From that little glance I had on her earlier before, she had her hands in her pocket and she does look like she's addicted to something real bad. The street was pretty empty and for a second I thought I was going to be mugged. Although I just knew there's no way I will lose even if she had a knife or something- it was just a strange feeling. Partly excitment, partly fear. Then I heard the footsteps sped up double- I was literally ready for the mugging to happen. But then she just pretty much asked if I have a couple of quarters to spare or something like that. Her speech was so blurred that I did not really get what she said. I, very honestly did not have any coins on me, and I don't think I will give her 10 bucks just like that. So (being a bit disappointed that no mugging happened) I said 'sorry I don't' and went on walking. Then the girl went on walking, or rather stumbling until she caught up with a girl walking in front of me, and pretty much mumbled the same thing and got ignored.

At that point I was actually about to call that girl and ask what happened. Honestly, even though she's a thief, whore, robber, junkie, no one has the right to leave such bruises on her face. Even if that would be a guy, I'd still say the same thing. Suddenly I heard a bang. Yes, a fucking bang. And I turned my face to where the bang originated- and I saw something fell down. At that point I thought 'what a joyful and eventful Sunday...' and I realized he who fell down was just a green postbox standing in front of the post office. I was a bit relieved actually- don't think I would want to see someone getting shot just 10 metres away from me. So beside the fallen postbox thing there stood two other kinds of postboxes. And there was a man leaning on them, apparently he has either ran into the boxes or he kicked it delibrately. Before I could figure that out, I heard him swearing incoherently. He was apparently either drunk or high. So I decided it's best not to disturb the poor man. When the man walked away, the girl I saw earlier has disappeared already.

Then as I walked pass closed stores and empty cafés, I saw a homeless guy sitting on the floor. For some reasons I looked into his eyes, and he didn't look sad or miserable at all. Instead he showed me his palms, raised his brows a bit with a slight smile as if he was saying 'man, buy me a coffee if you don't mind'. But really, I did not have any coins and I don't think giving him 10 bucks is very appropriate. So I replied with a smile, showing my palms- saying that I have nothing either. Hell, if I were still smoking I would have given him a cigarette or something.

I actually keep wondering how that girl is doing from time to time. I don't even remember how exactly she looks like. I just think no matter what she did, she doesn't deserve the bruises at all. Well it's a different case if she genuinely hurt herself- I do feel a little bit bad for her actually. I do feel a bit bad for losing focus and losing track of her while I had the impulse to help her. Maybe she was abused? Maybe she was drugged and forced to be a prostitute? Maybe she was trying to escape and asked for coins for a bus ride (although it's the most common 'pick-up' line for begging money...)? Maybe that man who kicked the postboxes was the one who caught her and locked her up? Maybe that's why she suddenly disappeared/ran away? Maybe I was her last hope and I ruined it? Just because I did not have coins by chance, because I suck at focusing, because I did not care enough at the beginning? I could very well have stopped and asked her in detail what exactly happened to her. But I didn't. And when I finally had the impulse to care, that girl wasn't there anymore. Hope she is just a junkie who doesn't deserve that much of my care instead of some ill-fated girl who was drugged, locked up and abused. I might go around and have a look on Wednesday after my audition for the summer job and have a look though. I actually don't even know if I will remember. I will see.

I am thinking too much I guess. But that has actually been bugging me quite a bit.