A straphanger's diary of the ridiculous happenings aboard the A train. A circus of entertainment for only $2.50!

DAY 46

This morning I am sitting in the front corner of a train car. It smells horrific, like a wet dog, but I can't see any homeless people in the vicinity. It could be lingering air pollution from a homeless guy, in which case I am disgusted by the possibility that the culprit sat--or worse, slept!--where I am sitting now.

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