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NYC Subway
The baseball game just finished, you're ready to leave. You head towards the
subway station and arrive at the stairs before descending. The descending of the
stairs start. It's cold, with a breeze. It smells absolutely atrocious and
smell burning rubber and drugs. You look up and see a
man throwing a tantrum for no apparent reason. Next
to him, a lady sitting on a cardboard box. BO fills the air and your lungs, as you walk
by 3 people who probably
haven't showered in days. The train next to yours comes to a screeching stop.
You now wait on the platform. Everywhere you look
you seem to see cigarettes and trash. A man offers
fruit in the middle of the platform but you decline. Every
The railing you touch has gum on it. The smell of
marijuna is so bad, you can almost taste it. But hey, it's
only 2 bucks a month right?
Your train arrives coming to a screeching halt. But even
after all that waiting, you look into the train and sure
enough, it's completely packed. The doors open and
not one person gets off. Now, you are forced to stand and
now squished in with the crowd. Now your body
touches 3 other people, you can barely get a hand on a
railing. There are pregnant ladies and newborn moms
nursing children. Nurses coming from a 12 hour shift.
There are drunks and druggies, people sleeping and of
of course, people with pets. The train reeked of BO and
weed. It was very hot because of all the bodies. The urge to get to get off is great but
now it's too late, the train has
i have already started moving.
A long trip awaits you now. The claustrophobia
is eating you up inside. Two men started yelling at each
other on the other side of the train. Your head swings over to see what is happening
and one is wearing a yankees jersey
and one is wearing a red sox. Out of absolutely
nowhere, one swings at the other and all of sudden it
looks like the royal rumble. You think to yourself, “this
can't be happening”, but sure enough yes, yes it is.
The train tilts a little as 3 other passengers lunge at the
2 idiots to break it up. They get it under control as the
the train stops swaying. The train still smells like a drug
store and a garbage can. We hit the 6th stop since I
have gotten on the train and a load of people scrunch
off the train clearing up what felt like a whole mansion
space of room. I push a few people and finally get
down to one of the few seats that opened.
I am now finally sitting. The girl in the row in front of me
is staring at her phone, bawling heavily. No one really
talks to each other, so no one tries to help her. I
remember I have some water, so I reach into my bag
and grab it. I am so happy as it is insanely hot and
humid on the train. The cool soothing liquid running in
and down my throat is like a dream. I put it in my bag
and once more think about when I will be able to get
off. A man, who looks insanely angry, stands up in front
of me. I lean back a little, not sure what to expect. He
is foaming at the mouth and walks to the end of the
train. He starts screaming and snarling at the air. He
looks around the train. He slams his hands on the
doors. While the train is moving, he opens the doors
hat connect one train to the next, and steps out onto
the little passageway that connects them also. The
train hits a sharp turn and the man outside is swung to
one side, only being saved by a rope, keeping him
from certain death. He opens the next set of doors and
walks into the train. The lump in your stomach grows, having no idea what just
happened.
You scoot all the way to the end of the train. There are
still a lot of people in the train and you're about 3
minutes away from getting off. This is never happening again, you think to yourself.
The smell of marijuana fills the air, You can almost taste
the horrid smell. Sleepiness almost took over and you almost drift into a
sleep as the train comes to a screeching stop. The stop is called and you jump up
and you're ready to go. You hustle for the steps to
ascend to freedom. You get a whiff of fresh air and sprint to freedom.
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