Want to hear about hell…

…as I know it…

…it’s the train I was just on…

…mysteriously stalled…

…deep underground…

…hot…

…sticky…

…no seat to be had…

…jammed up against a strangers backpack…

…right in my face…

…nowhere to go…

…what’s that touching my leg…

…don’t look you do not want to know…

…I didn’t catch that last thing you said to me…

…do I look like I speak Indian…

…crap…

…yeah…

…that’s what I smell.

Labels: NYC, Train Stories