Shit Faced

I had to absorb this tome a titch before I wrote about it. Let it soak into my pores, my being..

From NBC5 Chicago.

CTA Passenger Attacked With Sock Filled With Human Feces

I live in Chicago and I’ve seen a lot of strange, ahem, shit. I have a love/hate relationship with this city–always have, always will. Somedays, this is a stellar city with its magnificent skyline, vibrant neighborhoods, cul-cha, colorful pols,and so-so sports teams.

Best. Skyline. Ever. (courtesy of blog.chicagodetours.com)

Best. Skyline. Ever. (courtesy of blog.chicagodetours.com)

However, like any major city, Chicago is rife with issues and odd people. Very odd, and oddly enough, most of those folks use the Chicago Transit Authority as way to get around and well, do stupid, um, shit. One of the more livelyl El lines is the Blue Line, which goes to O’Hare and out to Forest Park. I’ve ridden it many times, and have experienced/witnessed many gross things–a dude get a blowie across from me (mid-day on the Red Line), sitting in a pee-soaked seat (the Purple Line north, a Loop-bound Brown Line), saw someone shoot Vitamin H & ask if I had a spoon on me (Red Line), being asked if I thought a besotted gentleman’s wedding tackle was ‘doable’ (It wasn’t. Again, the Red Line) and so on.

But, I have never had someone fling a SOCK OF POO in my face.

“A woman riding the Chicago Transit Authority’s Blue Line in Oak Park told police she was last week attacked by another passenger wielding a sock filled with human feces.

“He had a sock full of his poop on me,” the 21-year-old college student told the Pioneer Press. “It was everywhere; on my face, my hair, my clothes.”

The victim, requesting anonymity, said she screamed and tried to follow her attacker, but he escaped up the Austin Boulevard exit and ran northbound on Austin.”

We’ve all stepped in shit, maybe even slipped & fell into it (shut UP), chucked it at someone in a drunken rage (shhh) and MAYBE served it to an ex-beau after it turned out he was a major fuckweasel (ummmm, not I), but having a sockful of it slapped in your face is certainly a first for, well, everyone EVER.

No wonder the victim wanted to remain anonymous.

“It was like the biggest degradation I’ve ever [experienced]. I wish he had just hit me,” she said, because she thinks that would have been less traumatic.”

Yeah, no shit.

On a related note, I’m sure this photo has been ‘shopped, but so what–it’s a HOOT.

(courtesy Facebook)

(courtesy Facebook)

11 thoughts on “Shit Faced

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  2. I both horrified and amazed at the same time. How nutzoid does a person have to be to even contemplate something like that, let alone literally going through with it? Just…yikes.

      • I don’t know it is an interesting question you post. It is a whole lot stinkier cause we eat JUNK and they only eat grass

      • You want stink? Try chicken shit. We have a lot of “chicken farms” around here, basically chickens packed shoulder to shoulder either laying eggs, or getting fat for the Colonel. The farmers LOVE the stuff for their fields, and a couple of them go down the main drag of our little town. And if the passing of a WW1-style phosgene-gas-like cloud following the dump trucks wasn’t bad enough, there’s two fields, both about 300 yards from my house, that the farmer spreads with the stuff spring AND fall.
        And you thought I collected militaria because I liked army stuff. The gas masks are indispensable – though they only last a few a few days in the gas clouds. 😯

  3. Great! Now I’m more homesick than ever! Thanks a lot! :p 😉
    Gotta admit, the Blue Line is getting weirder since I’ve been gone. Usually, that was a great line to ride into the city for a convention – especially if you could get on, on a Friday (or other weekday, but Fridays were best). Buncha uptight suits, heading in for a business meeting, or tired returning tourists, and you plop down in the middle of ’em with your Star Trek T-shirt on. Especially if a pair of ya get on and start a detailed conversation – especially over a “slash” zine! 😯
    Almost as fun as walking into a Tollway Oasis early on a Saturday morning with an entire posse dressed in Renn Faire garb. 😀

  4. And here I was, thinking there were somethings my NYC could never be outdone in.
    On a related note, dude must have had some wide ankles and feet to be able to poop into his sock…

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