Thursday, January 17, 2013

Hell or Sanctuary?

The subway is the circulatory system of New York. Millions of people travel from here to there via the trains. So many stories to be told about the happenings down there. Some crazy good people watching as well. 

For me, it can be crazy scary/weird. Like yesterday when I got on to see this: 
That would be potting soil (I think) spread out on all the seats and a lone hooded man at the end of the car. He was the only person other than myself on that car.... So, obviously, I ditched him and the dirt at the next stop. It freaked me out a little. Wuss.

It can also be crazy annoying. Like when these guys get on 
They seem to ALWAYS know what car I'm on. You might be thinking, "Oh, that's fun. Live music." The first few times, sure. After the millionth?!?! NO! The white thing that lady (?) is "playing" is so GD loud, that no earbud known to man can block it out. It is handy though. It doubles as their piggy bank. Clever.

One time, the subway turned into my safe haven. I was coming out of an audition feeling particularly awesome about myself and was standing on the street corner waiting for the light to change so I could cross. As I was standing there, I felt a hand, from behind, go around my waist and a mouth get far too close to my neck. I turned around expecting to see a friend joking with me. Nope. No friend, but foe. To my surprise I came face to face with a toothless, white-haired, alcohol-breathing, homeless man trying to get all kinds of frisky with me. I screamed, "No thanks!" and ran down the closest stairs into the city's veins. (Note to self: maybe be a little more humble and creepers won't try to creep on you). 

You just can't make this stuff up.....I suppose you could say I have a love/hate relationship with the underground. Mostly, love.

PS. Sorry for the overkill of posts. There are just so many stories that I've wanted to document since I've moved here, but haven't.


  1. I love those mariachi guys. I've ridden with them 2 or 3 times. They get around!

  2. A. Um, I love this blog.
    B. I swear every day life in NY is something that the rest of America/the world only sees in movies.