Last week, when my boyfriend and I were on a date, we passed a man on the street whose face was covered in blood… and like a Choose Your Own Adventure book this man’s story unfolded before us without even conversing with him.
After we passed the bloody man we turned the corner to go down the steps into the subway. We were so busy speculating about what could have happened to bloody man that we almost walked right into his puddle. Yes, HIS puddle. At the top of the subway steps there was a huge puddle of blood! Not like a couple smatterings or a splash that comes after a fight, I mean a puddle you could drown in! This guy had clearly been taken to the cleaners by someone who knew how to throw a punch.
After starring at the puddle of human life liquid for awhile and marveling at its size, my boyfriend and I decided to continue on our journey. As we turned to face the steps we see a stairwell that is littered with the remnants of a battle! Chose Your Own Adventure time! To brave the stairs or find another entrance that seems less perilous? Scott opted to go down the stairs and I timidly followed. As we descended I felt like Prince Humperdink in the Princess Bride: “A great battle went on here!” “Someone has fought a giant!” We gingerly stepped over loose papers, two different colours of smashed glass and more blood. When reaching the bottom, my boyfriend and I decided that bloody man had met with his foe in the stairwell and a fight broke out. We also concluded that the amount of blood had something to do with the large amount of broken glass all over the floor. Blood + broken glass = not a pretty picture.
Now here comes the tricky part. A man was at the bottom of the stairs beginning the long cleaning process. My boyfriend noticed right away that the majority of the papers the he was picking up were flyers that had a very particular message on them… they were anti-violence flyers. To quote the great Alanis Morrisette: “isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?”