Subway numb

Rock n' roll youth. Shiny colorful giant headphones. IPods for companions, facebook their shrink. In the crowded subway, not a word. Only tourists chat along and ask directions, and street bums and drunks. Year long pain in the *** for you people of the City, random entertainment for us out-of-the-city folks. The rhythm coming out of your ear cushions blending in and forming some kind of paper mâché music, some would say something like Akon on a duet with The Prodigy.

City subway. An hour and a half to work. And back. No head set, no music. A book, evacuation procedures guidebook, my thoughts to myself and my ears free and available for that lady there with that huge suitcase. It looks like she's put her deceased husband in there! I help her up the next floor and run. I might be helpful but I'm no fool.