Monday. 4:55 pm. F Train at Delancey
Freezer bag. Freezer bag full of brownish-green stuff. Freezer bag full of weed!? Just as I realize what I'm staring, the guy next to me bolts towards it. Before he can grab it, the 19 year old whose pocket it has fallen out of snatches it from the jaws of the door. "Did you see that?" he asks me as he sits back down.
Other things I've seen on the F Train?
A barefoot homeless man covered in motor oil.
A man suffering from NF
A conductor exorting riders to "turn that frown upside down."
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Dude, I was like, "NF sounds familiar." And then it hit me: I did a report on that in Human Genetics for Trace. Mmmmm....like a teddy bear.
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