April272008
Take The L Train
The thugs jump around lighty in the light wind on the open platform like boxers, hitting like butterflys, not wanting to sting their friends. It’s been a long day. The young latin girls, their caps’ brims as stiff as the boys from before, whisper about the black men who whistled at them safely from a block away. God, the day was long. The furry man with a defeated frown tucks his hands in his old sweatshirt, protecting their dirt from the wind. It’s been a long life. The college kid who can’t afford the LES smiles at the night air, hoping a whimsical detachment will protect him from all of this. A long year.
