Unless you live in a major metro area, it’s hard to understand the love-hate relationship a straphanger has with the underground rail systems. Most mornings, I board the NRQ trains headed in either direction depending on my schedule. And every morning, there is some odd occurrence that has me wishing I’d never boarded: a homeless man with odorous feet only inches from my seat, the little girl who’s nursing what appears to be the bubonic plague, and - most dreaded of all - the frequent and far-too-loud mariachi bands that seem to appear from thin air.
I roll my eyes and make an audible scoff but when I’ve arrived at my stop and climb my way back to reality, I sort of miss the amusement of being a part of an underground moving circus. Like an endless cycle, I’m at it again.
Justin Livingston is the founder and editor of Scout Sixteen. He lives in New York City with a cactus and an unwavering love for whiskey. See more from Justin below...