All the Times Nothing Happens
I started a new job in April, one that necessitates my taking the L downtown each day. I’ve been riding the train off and on since we moved here, and never had a problem except when with out-of-town friends or family members who already think I am about to be raped and murdered every day here in the urban hellhole. Like I bring my mom on the very touristy Red Line, and of course that day there’s a guy peeing off the end of the platform and singing. Yesterday the train was crowded, rush hour bodies crammed next to one another … Continue reading All the Times Nothing Happens
