(Yet Another) Letter to the Freak in the Train Station

Hi.  Yes, it’s you again.  We seem to meet pretty often don’t we?  Too often for my liking, but hey, this is Brussels and that happens here a lot.  What a happy coincidence that I need to take a train at 7 am, and you just happen to be wandering the train station at that VERY moment, clearly off your head from a night out on God knows what drug, or combination of drugs.  Who the hell wanders the train station at that hour when they don’t have a train to catch?

Anyway, like I told you, I’m in a very very bad mood, and no offense, but I don’t want to talk to you.  No, really, go away.  I’ll say it louder, GO AWAY.

Okay, so you won’t go away.  Then please don’t talk to me?  No?

Look, I know we knew some people in common, but those people are LONG gone from my life thank goodness, and I was kind of hoping that you would go along with them.  You see, I never liked you.  You’re the creepiest person I’ve ever met, and I told you all of this in the last letter I wrote after we met.  And I used to beg people not to bring you around, cuz seriously dude, you need help.  And I don’t need you creeping around in my life anymore.

OK, you’re still here.  And you’re still talking to me.  No, I don’t want your weed, and what the fuck is that red shit all over your teeth?  It makes you look like a vampire on crack when you smile at me, so please take a large step back, preferrably close to the edge of the platform.

OK, here’s my train, I’m going now.  It was fun chatting, thanks for not leaving me alone when I asked you to, and fuck I hope we never meet again.

Now please stop tapping on the train window.  People might think I know you.