The image above is a documentation of the evolving stages of passing out on the NYC subway.
This happens almost every day. Let’s walk through it.
- A man or woman enters the train, stumbling like a Roger Corman zombie, struggles towards a vacant (hopefully) seat and drops down with a thud, seemingly stunned by the sudden pressure of plastic on rear.
- This person then begins to lick their lips, frantically, as though they were starving for little bits of food flotsam and jetsam that have been left behind from their last meal.
- Said person then begins to mumble incoherently to themselves, often this is in the form of an unintelligible argument.
- Their body begins to slump… bit by bit… listlessly relaxing to one side.
- Said person will eventually drop completely to their side and pass out on two adjoining seats, taking up much needed room on a car that is filled to capacity with 200-300 crazed passengers trying to get home in rush hour traffic.
So my question to you is this: Is this person simply that exhausted or is there something more sinister happening here, perhaps a feverish addiction to meth?
Either way, this behavior is just rude and inappropriate. If you are that tired make the necessary accommodations to rest up before you haplessly pass out on the train. If you are drugged completely out of your mind, maybe you should think about your life choices before you step onto a moving box of steel that’s travelling through sewers and stone at 55 miles per hour crammed full with upwards of 300 other people who are equally as tired but capable of maintaining their composure until they arrive at their 5th floor walkup.
Just sayin’.
Tommy Karr 