I'm standing on the platform, waiting for my blue MAX to Gresham. There's a big guy standing about five feet away from me and he's approached by a toothless tweaker begging for change.
"I don't have anything for you, man. Take off," says the big guy.
"I NEED HELP!" hollers the tweaker, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He can barely stand up, but that's apparently not going to stop him from spoiling for a fight.
"I don't have any help for you. Take off, dude. Just walk away," says the big guy.
The tweaker finally realizes the big guy could easily rend him limb from limb and staggers away, flipping everybody off and cussing up a storm.
That's what it's like at this Transit Center. Weird mix of characters. Lots of kids going to and from school, but also an inexplicably large amount of f**ked up methheads wandering around. I wonder what draws them to this stop? Don't care. I just wish they had some security here.
The buses never seem to line up with the arrival of the trains at this place. I also had to witness a rude jerk of a bus driver give a hard time to a girl in a wheelchair. There must be some bad ju-ju hanging around the area.
There isn't much rain cover, unless you want to crowd under an awning with the kids and the tweakers. Wear a hood if you frequent this stop...and a kevlar vest couldn't hurt either. read more