On October 16th, I arrived in Boston to start a new job. I spend a lot of time on the T since my commute to work is at least an hour-and-a-half long. My experiences on the commute from the Bronx to Manhattan is what I miss the most.
On Valentine's Day weekend, I rode the mega bus to Penn Station to get my fix. We arrived at Penn Station at around 1:30 a.m. When I got on the 2 to make my trek uptown, the train was packed like it is during the middle of the day. A large majority of the folks riding were under the influence. As I got on, I immediately noticed a guy that was sitting in the corner seat closest to the door, bent over with his head between his legs. I didn't see his face but saw the "baba" pooling on the floor of the train. I remember the day when I would've wanted to get off the train at that point. Instead, I smiled and thought to myself, "Yes, I'm home!"
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