the Sambora Squat and kindness.

I went to Toronto this weekend to go visit my girlfriend. I hate taking the late train on Friday nights, the sporting fucks are always out in full force.

The journey started out on the right foot. I decided to go to the station early. The lady behind the counter was given me a bit of tude "you are lucky the train is late or else you'd be out of luck". I was confused? "I'm actually early for a change". She filled me in on the new schedule change. My train leaves 20 minutes earlier now. It was destiny for me to get on that train and encounter the "Sambora Squat".

I arrived in Toronto in decent time and was stunned to see that Union was dead. Almost empty. I got in line to get a token and two hipster guys were counting change and came up short. Some guy came up to them and handed them a bunch of change. They said "thanks man!" and he replied "I believe in karma". I thought that was A OK.
While waiting for the subway I caught wind of this amazing being. He was wearing a tuque and on top of the tuque was a fedora, tilted slightly. He had on hiking boots and awkward jeans and a gortex jacket.
He walked past me but looked me directly in the eyes, holding the contact. His pupils mostly white with a tiny bit of blue in them. I don't know what the fuck was going on with him but it flipped me out. He kinda looked like he was albino but not really. His eyes were something else. He kinda looked like "Powder" but with a bigger "wow" factor. I shall call him "Wowder"
He got on the same car as me and sat a few seats down. The indie hipster guys got on and sat close to him, talking about Crystal Castles or something.
I was day dreaming about slush puppies when I saw Wowder intercept their conversation. I hushed my ipod and eavesdropped. It went something like this:
Wowder to the hipsters, "You should read the early Toxic Avenger stuff, he has a quality about him that comes from deep within his essence. It's not like the newer stuff, it's really about life as life should be. You can find the books I'm talking about at the library, they are hardcover".
The hipsters looked a bit uncomfy but were extremely polite "wow, cool man I'll do that". I don't usually see that kind of kindness between strangers on the Toronto transit.
The hipsters got off at the next stop leaving Wowder all alone. He couldn't sit still and made awkward eye contact with everyone around him. Maybe he has Asperger's Syndrome. Anyways.
My stop was quickly approaching so I got up and stood by the doors. It was also Wowder's stop. Excellent. I watched as he stood in the middle of the car and got into a deep squat and held on to his backpack straps. He steadied himself, waiting for the G Forces to come a knockin.
People stared and snickered. He stood quiet and concrete.
The subway stopped, he didn't budge. He was like the bear costume in Super Mario 3 that turns into the statue. The doors opened and he went from the squat into a pimp step and strutted right on out of there.
He made my week.