“All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.”
– Jack Kerouac

Friday, May 6, 2011

On the Train

   Riding the subway home from work the other night.   I had gotten out a little bit earlier that night.  It was about 12.   Two girls got on and were sitting across the way and diagonal from me.  They both had model physiques and were young and  i thought it seemed a little precarious them being on the train at this hour.   I was sitting and writing in a small journal notebook.  On my way home from a shift of working in the restaurant. They could've been only about 17 or something.  They were talking about some guy but that they didnt like that he "drank so much".  It caught my attention for a second and I thought it was funny. How drinking is not a desirable character trait really. 
   One of them it seemed like was posing a little.  They had noticed me a little and one seemed to be posing the way that they probably do for a camera.  At 42nd street the train car filled up and got crowded and I couldn't see them anymore.

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