Moco

It's been a while since I've blogged. I'm starting my last semester at
Berklee, most of which is made up of my full-time internship as a
student-teacher at Boston Latin School, the first public school. Ben
Franklin and a bunch of old or dead famous ppl went there.
Anyway so I'm sitting in the bus, it's a snow day at the school, so
I'm just headed to Berklee for some paperwork. It's snowing like crazy
outside, but like most snowfalls, it's not too cold. It's definitely
not cold enough to have a numb face. So I'm sitting and there's this
guy in front of me, facing me, sitting in the bus. He smiles at me and
I realize that he has a huge river of snot flowing out of his nose.
It's like the Hudson river. Wider.
It's disgusting. Translucent white, yet carrying a few solid brown
presents in it's slimy flow.
I emphasized the fact that it's not cold enough to be numb, cuz this
guy really refused to notice. I was about to alert him of his boogies,
when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue. Thank GOD, I
thought.
This dude took off his glasses and started wiping em. I was about to
let him know, and I saw him reach for his face. FiNALLY, I thought.
No.
He scratched the tip of his NOSE. It almost looked like he was
scratching in a way that would keep his boogers intact.
I gave up and just looked away. This guy wants his moco. Let him have
it.

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