Trax

I have had too many awesome and awkward experiences this week that I don't even know where to begin.

Honestly, it's starting to plague my life.

Anytime I feel any emotion I think to myself "should I blog about this?"

As if the moment isn't significant to me unless I share it with the virtual world.

So today I'm only going to write about one thing that happened in the last week.

And I'll keep the rest to myself.

Probably to be forgotten, but I guess that means they weren't really important in the first place.

So anyways. This is Carrie. I met her on trax. 

The encounter started a little something like this...

my friend Kelli & I were sitting at the stop waiting for the next train

I make a comment about how seeing the crazy people in downtown Salt Lake makes me feel at home

Then a random sheman leans over from the seat next to us and says "Just wait until the drunks come out."

First of all, I was caught completely off guard that this person was even aware of our conversation.

Second of all, is she serious chiming in?

But it absolutely didn't stop there.

We heard from her for the next 25 minutes as we continued to wait for the train, rode the train, got off the train at the same stop, and finally declined her offer to go clubbing and headed our separate ways.

A few priceless Carrie quotes to help you get a feel for the conversation:

"I've spent some time on the streets"

"I'll walk across town just to flirt with Steve, the 39 year-old guy who works at 7-11"

"At the library you can get a 60 minute session, 60 minutes is an hour, you can get an hour session on the internet."

"My dad is in federal prison, you don't even want to know for what. He has 5 to life, I hope he gets life. Okay... he was a child molester."

"If you see me around later and need directions or something let me know. If I'm with my friends don't come over, just give me the nod."

"The guy at 7-11 told me my hair is cute, usually people don't call me cute."

"I got put away for a month in Provo. I only had to take meds twice a day instead of four times like everyone else. They took handfuls and I only took two. That place was hell."

And that is just the beginnings of this girls life.

She had an impact on me to say the least.

What else did I expect on a Saturday night in downtown Salt Lake?

As Justin & Mike put it, "That sounds like trax."