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Luke Gunnar · **08-13-2014, 09:52 PM**

Kennedy Center Train Station, Downtown Lowell, MA

It's another late afternoon freak show at the train station heading into Boston. Hard working men in their fifties coming from buses to head home from their jobs, filthy and exhausted. Groups of minority families trying to calm down their children as they sit in tears next to the homeless on benches awaiting their train. Miles and miles of doped up twenty years olds trying to scrounge up a a few bucks to "get home." One man, unshaved, well under 150 lbs from what the drugs have done to him stumbling around approaching each man women and child they see, glazed eyes and slurred speech asking if they can spare any change. Some fall for the scheme thinking this man just wants to head home and sleep, others not so "generous" This kid however, as fried as his brain may be, knows how to pick people out as targets to get money from. He spots one man, blue jeans, black beater, aviators and carrying a duffel bag and a backpack. He slowly maneuvers his way through hordes of travelers not taking his eyes off this man until he reaches him

Hhhheyyexcuse me man.. d-doyouthink you could help me out with a fewbu-soIcanget some food?

Run that by me again Eeyore?

Mmman I just need some money to get the bus hooome mann..

The man looks the junkie up and down with a disappointed look and removes his sunglasses

Buddy you just told me two different excuses, I don't got time for this I gotta be at Logan Airport in two hours so I can get to my job- can you say that word for me? Ahh probably not whatever.

*Looking pissed and exhausted* Oh yeahhh big money maker can't even spare a few bucks so I can use the pay phone?

Another head tilt and a look as if to say "Are you fucking serious?" comes to the mans face

What'dyou even fuckin' do Mistah CEO

Pffft, I get in a ring and toss idiots like you around to bring home the bacon

Duude that shit's so fake man. It's all planned out you pansy. Whydon't you fight me like a real man. So fakee..maan

The man started to get annoyed puts his shades back on and starts to reach for his luggage.

I don't have time for this. Congratulations you've wasted all of your time feening for lab chemicals that you need to go and waste other peoples. I'm leaving. Good luck.

Woooah I'm not fucking DONE with YOU man

The man lunges at him with a switch blade in hand un-opened. The seconds the man feels the drugged up teen's bony hand on his shoulder her turns and gives him a swift elbow to the bridge of his nose, plummeting the addict to the concrete clutching his nose as is hand once holding a needle and vial are now filling with his body fluid gushing from his nose. A station security officer rushes over to the scene as others stare on.

Sir, are you okay?

We'll I've had better Thursdays...

*Looks down at the junkie* He looks like you fucked him up

The man points to the knife dropped at the side of the teen

It was uh.. self defense.. He drew a weapon, he was more of a threat to me.. Well not really but-

Should I call the police? Well I will anyway but will you be pressing charges?

*Grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder and picks up his luggage*I am fucking late. This is my train tell them to contact me *gives card to the security guard with his number on it as he begins to run for his train*

Uhhh, who should I tell them to call?!

The man keeps running and without looking back yells

Luke Gunnar!

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