at the 982 arboretum bus stop i was approached by a somewhat young looking black man in a “make america great again” cap who simply asked me if i was waiting for the 982, which i was. he didn’t ask me for the time nor when the bus might be approaching but said “i hope it comes.” then he kind of motioned at me (i was sweating profusely) and said “it’s hot” and i probably nodded vigorously and then he added that it was going to cool down soon. then he told me to take care of myself, making a point to look directly at my arms. he brought up something about bullies of the sort that physically harm others and concluded our conversation by telling me he had tried to kill himself “several times.”