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I forgot to add this gem:

When Luke and I got to the bus stop, we noticed an older white man drunkenly massaging (to make things short and simple) a high school boy. Before I could say anything, Luke brushed me to the side, avoiding them both, and muttered, "don't let him see us."

I soon learn that this is the Russian chap that lives above us, and who can be heard vomiting . outside every night. He seems to be telling this boy to dress more warmly in such cold weather, but he is also...fixing his collar, kissing his cheek, hugging him - all super inappropriate behavior. We avoid him...until he gets on the bus.

Luke and I move to the back. He sits in the middle. We move a few stops, and then he gets up and starts moving towards us. I am desperately digging in my pocket for my headphones to achieve the universal signal of "leave me alone," but he reaches me before I can get them in my ears. He sits down next to me, and Luke isn't paying attention at all, choosing to look out the window. I'm on my own.

He puts his arm around me and touches my leg, which is disturbing. He is drunk as fuck, speaking so closely to me that for the first time in my life, I am having a conversation where the other person is talking to my cheek. I give one word answers to most of his broken-English questions, and finally he says "you want me to leave you alone," to which I reply, "kinda." He moves to the next seat over and mutters in English/Russian/Korean for the remainder of the ride. He complimented my mother and father for making me a polite boy. Cheers, momma and pops.

After I fell over and we made it to Sponge, I was told that a new girl that worked there liked me. Score! Her name is Na-Hee, and she is cute. Unfortunately, when I cut my hand deeply from the fall, I was bleeding badly. I thought I had stopped the bleeding, but when I handed her the darts, I got blood on her hands. She was a little freaked, and I didn't know what to do. Needless to say, I doubt I'll be hearing from her anytime soon.