Would you believe that I ran into this crazy man again? This time I didn’t spot him on the C train but did see him on the platform at Jay Street waiting on the Manhattan-bound F train. Of course, he again boarded the train and began to spew his hate-filled speech… which he deemed “preaching” and told the crowd of fire and damnation. And I am fairly certain that, when his eyes met mine, he recognized me from the previous day because he winced and stepped backward into his jug of “God I hope that’s not what I think it is.”
Most of the crowd ignored him. Some listened to his rant… I assume out of a sick want of entertainment. I hopped off at West 4th and made my way above ground to my destination and hope he ran out of preaching steam and left the other riders alone. If prayer works (as he insists) than I can expect to never see him again. I’m not counting on it.
Tommy Karr 