Took these photos while waiting for the train the other day. I really miss riding the good old Orange Line to work every morning. I was such an anal commuter, I knew just where to stand on the platform so that when the train pulled up the doors would open right in front of me. This past Saturday was the first time I rode the train in about 2 weeks or so and I felt like an imposter.
Most people would call me crazy but I actually miss the slice of life that riding the train delivered to me on a daily basis. Most of the time, riding the subway is pretty boring, nothing really out of the ordinary happens. You get on, go your few stops, then get the hell off. But some days when that train pulls up, you get on what I like to call The Crazy Car. The doors slide open and you step on and in that same second, you realize that there are a sh*t ton of crazies on that particular subway car. It's like there's a silent call that only the weirdos can hear and it calls them to board that particular car. It's too late to step off and get in the next car so you just settle in enjoy the show.
If you ride the subway a lot then you're accustomed to the art of watching people without looking like you're straight staring at them. It's not hard to do but it's something regular riders are experts at. Many times, you just want to outright STARE because there are some seriously wacky cracky people out there and you can't believe what's going on 5 feet away from you....but you just steal glances or watch them in the reflection of the windows if you're positioned correctly.
The last time I boarded The Crazy Car was about a month ago when I was coming home from a dentist appointment. Besides sloppy drunks conversing loudly about sexual positions (yes, in the middle of the day) the best thing to come out of that ride was a lovely one-toothed crackhead who informed me that God had allowed him a glimpse of heaven by looking into my eyes.
Enough said.
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