Random memory I had while prying the train door open this morning after almost missing my transfer: I was maybe 16 or 17 years old headed home on the 4 train with one of the back cars all to myself until around 161st. I was dozing off in my corner seat at about 3 in the morning and woke up to Do it Again turned all the way up in the background. A group of maybe 20 or so older heads had gotten on the train with a boombox and proceeded to roll up and smoke multiple blunts while drinking 40s. Right before we started heading underground, one of the guys pried the door open and started taking a piss out of the train while it was moving. That was probably the highest turn up to time frame ratio Ive ever witnessed first hand since they all got off at either 125th or grand concourse. I do, however, distinctly remember being alone for a couple more stops with an empty beer bottle rolling from one side of the car to the other, picking up bits of philly guts every time it rolled over one of the numerous piles of cigar filler that were left on the floor. This story has no moral. Thank you for your time.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 15:48:59 +0000
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