something funny last night, on the E train - on my way home to 'billsburg from Boston - headed downtown from Port Authority - I walk into the subway car... and I smell it. It - chibas, buddah, grass, weed, pot... smoke. And everyone is sitting there, kinda snickering. The car isn't overly full, so everyone is sitting on those benchseats - like on display. And sure enough, I spot a dude sitting in the corner of the subway car - puffing on a spliff.
Pretty hillarious.
I guess he felt like he had nothing to lose - he looked to be homeless, and much in need of a high at that exact moment. so finding himself on an E train, he didn't skip a beat, just lit up. And what's ANYONE gonna do about it? Citizen arrest, yeah-ha.
So then, some guy - who doesn't look all that normal himself, strides over from the other side of the train car - to my hero in army pants, the Man with the J, pulls something out of his pocket, snaps it open, and shows it to him... this self-realized E train vigilante. No words were exchanged b/w those two - and I wondered if they're really pals, or perhaps mortal enemies. Anyhow, the self-appointed poPO walks back to his end of the train, and my Man wanna-be-Marley on the other end, jumps up, grabs up all his possessions, the many black garbage bags filled with what sound like pots and pans, and scuttles out of our subway car, and right into the next one.
haha
that's justice.