"Subway Series" *Late Night Edition*

I never take the train at night because that's when the real freaks come out.


It's late night. A friend and I have just left a venue on the east side and we decide to take the train to save 40 or 50 bucks.

We're not waiting long before the train comes and we board for two stops and then transfer to the express.

The train arrives quickly seeming a bit crowded for this time of night.

We racial profile and stand in front of a group of women who are obviously tourists who will exit at Times Square.

As soon as we sit we look at each other and giggle because we've both have scanned the other passengers and every seems crazy and they seem to be staring.

At the next stop a man boards with a keyboard.

He places his stool directly in front of me. I look over at my friend in disgust and she busts out laughing. I roll my eyes and shake my head and prepare to kick him just as a man standing by the door offers his space to him.

He turns on his keyboard as he starts his speech, "I'm just out here tryna make an honest living by using my talents." He presses a button and the demo music starts. He slides a few buttons and taps his fingers on a few keys. He repeats this a few more times. My friend and I exchange looks. "What the fuck is he doing?" "He's a fraud. This is not honest!" We bust out laughing.

His act lasts about 5 minutes, then he turns off the keyboard and says, "I'm just tryna make an honest living" we bust out laughing again.

I hug my friend and exit the train to make yet another transfer. The train arrives and I take a seat across from a hip mom and her adult daughter.

The mother is whispering loudly, "Mi tell you fi stop drinking but you wan be grown han keep on." I look at the daughter. Her eyes are closed and she looks a little green around the gills. She coughs and her eyes water. I'm only two stops away from home so I go stand by the door. Looking at her is making me a bit nauseous. As soon as I walk to the door I hear a gag. I look over and the daughter projectile vomiting across the train onto the spot I just moved from. I turn away in disgust as the mom takes napkins and attempts to sop up the vomit. YUCK!



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA