[THIS IS JUST A DRAFT!-ss]

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F Train. 8:01AM.

Damn, I’m going to be late.

First the bus missed my stop because of construction; I deserve better. We are an industrialized nation, and New York brings in millions of dollars, but we still have a poorly run MTA. Don’t get me started on this L Train. The subway system is a little too dilapidated to blame Hurricane Sandy, but hey, that’s Capitalism. And now this F train is pretty slow. I know next semester and later for classes. But at least I’m trying to stay with school.

This train is quiet, except for the movement of the train.

You can hear the wheels and bumping. It’s literally a chugga chugga noise.

Finally, Delancey after 10 minutes. Shouldn’t be too much longer.

 

“Them Changes”, Thundercat. I really love this song. A-1 artistry. To make funk and …

Finally, I’m almost there.

 

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F to R. 7:10PM.

“I was a very rebellious 12-year-old.”

“He’s always so much more experienced.”

“He calls me up and…”

Badum, badum, badum [sound of the train]

“And then they were just all there.”

“See you next week.”

I’m not going to sit—only you. I don’t mind.

Badum, badum [more train sounds]

[faint sounds of music, tinny, leaking out of someone’s headphones]

“Yeah.”

“That’s her reaction…”

Two ladies, sitting next to each other. One says to the other, “Is it one eye, or both?”

The other lady responds, but I can’t hear.