a subway in nyc.

11:30pm. E train to Jamaica, local.

i sit next to a dozing woman, about 50-something with pepper hair. she's tired.

there is a thin, angled black woman with a 4-year-old, a 2-year-old, and a 1-year-old. she's a bit harsh.

the 4-year-old sits with other relatives farther down the car. he sings his ABGs the whole time. so cute.

there's a black man sitting straight across from me with a face like snoop dog- the angular chin, the nose, the elven face angle. he has brand-new clothes.

there's a darker man next to him, who is basically shrek with small ears.

he speaks with his wife(?), who has really really big lips and a tiny nose.

next to her is another black woman who wore all black. she read a Hair playbill. he hair was short, and she may have been scared or crying at one point. she had pointy flats.

there is a crazy ranting man that the car wants to ignore. he was a war veteran, and he doesn't trust dentists. he feels like he's at war with people, and he has no problem getting a granade. he cant be more than 35.

there is a man across from him who tells him to Shh and 'dont say things like that'. by the end of the line, the man had a steely gaze on the ranting man.

there was a group of giggling girls  (all black too. actually, my family and the lady next to me and the ranting man were the only white people). by their clothes, they were well-off financially. they got off at the JFK stop.

there is a hispanic man sitting next to the mother-of-three. he listens to his ipod and tries to ignore the chaos around him. his converse are brand-new.