I'm not sure how it's happened,. but the blind people of Brisbane have read my online journal and have taken measures into their own hands to retaliate against my insensitive comments.

The first incident occurred a few weeks ago, but I wrote it off as nothing. "just my imagination," I told myself. A mere chance encounter. walking along in my usual daze I didn't see him coming. and he just tripped me a little. It's not like I actually fell over his walking stick. I apologized, and moved on my merry way.

Then a few days ago, it happened again! Riding the bus to the city, and aimlessly playing snake on my cell phone, we stopped a few blocks from my destination of Adelaide St. to pick up another passenger. The bus was empty, so I didn't look to see if necessary to make room in my seat for another. My next startling observation is of a woman's back side making landing preparations for tops of my thighs. You can imagine my surprise, getting a lap dance this early in the afternoon. and apparently without charge! .unless you included in the ninety-cent bus fare. I grunted a few startled words as I hastily dismounted and only sustained a glancing blow from her hindquarters.

I was thoughtlessly sitting in the first seat. the handicap seat. chalk it up to laziness on my part. but I implore you, blind people of Brisbane , let the hysteria end. I mean you no harm.. and after all, I am partially blind in my own insignificant and unsubstantial way. to color. yeah. it sounds more pathetic on paper than it did in my head.