Every inch of space is either occupied by a human body or will be within two seconds.
Those of us who have cars will consider murder in order to obtain a parking spot while
the rest of the population is forced to use public transportation.
I ride the "El" Train.
A trip on the "El" Train is the equivalent of receiving an education in humanity.
It is known that people modify the customary actions of their personal lives to conform with what they believe will be acceptable when conducting their public lives.
The minute people step on the "El" Train they neglect to censor their actions and tend to reveal their true nature. This revealing can be attributed to the idea that the train is filled with bodies that a person will never come into contact with again. A ride on the "El" is merely a moment in between life. There is no need to impress and the minute the ride is over, the individual can move on with the show.
In the following blog entries titled "The H"el"l Train Chronicles," I will illustrate my observations of humanity through the use of various "characters" that I encounter while riding the train.
Please let me know if you have had similar experiences or have come into contact with these "Characters."
Interesting my friend. Do you know why they call it the "EL?" Not many non-natives know this fact. Also do you know why it's called the Windy City? Or why it's called the Second City? I'll fill you in. hahha It's an ELevated train. The politicians are known for being long winded and filibustering, i'm sure you can tell that's not far from the truth after becoming friends with me, and it's the second city not because NY is number one, but because our great city burnt down and we had to rebuild it, i.e. the Second City. I'll be here all week, try the veal and don't forget to tip your waitress.
ReplyDeleteif you get on the train after school near wilson, there is a chance there will be girl fights, gang bustas, hobos crossing from train to train asking for change, and the occasional drunken man who will puke/pee/shit all over the place. I once got on the orange line at 5am and the entire train had been covered with sleeping homeless people. apart from the smelly and rebuking scents of the hermit crabs, it was a quiet and peaceful ride.
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