A ride in NY city Essay

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A ride in NY city

A ride in New York City's subway is one you will never forget, or at least I won't. As I
walk down the terminal looking for my track number, I see the homeless lounging. These
less fortunate individuals are trying to stay warm and catch some sleep before they are
interrupted by a police officer who kicks them out to return to the cold. I smell the
scent of urine in the air from the guy who couldn't wait for the restroom. The sound of
talent is floating in the air by a group of young adults playing their violins, it feels
like a concert hall. Many passengers including myself stop and listen in amazement as we
await our departure. Almost everyone who passes by throws dollars into a violin case,
causing it to fill up quite fast.

As I wait for my train to arrive, a clean-cut gentleman dressed in a suit passes me. He is
holding a beer bottle and slurring a song that is too difficult to understand due to his
intoxication. Trying to ignore this man, I look forward to boarding the train and arriving
to Madison Square Garden to see the New York Rangers beat the New Jersey Devils. Seconds
later, I hear a howl that sounds like a stampede of wild elephants' let loose. I look down
the tunnel to see the bright headlights of the D train light up the track. The train
stops, the doors open, and the mad rush of passengers' pour out like a broken dam. I enter
the train and find a seat. I notice the drunk from the terminal stumbling around looking
for a seat. There is one empty seat next to me. Hoping he is too drunk to realize this, I
pray he continues to stumble around and sit somewhere else. Unfortunately, he notices it
and plops into the seat almost sitting on me. The aroma coming off him smells like he
broke into a liquor store and cleared all the shelves himself. This short fifteen-minute
ride will feel like fifteen hours with him next to me.

Still trying to sing, but sounding like a fool, he stops and asks if I would like a drink.
I say "No thanks." He gives me a dirty look, like I just killed his dog, because I don't
want to join his party. I tell him I don't want to drink anything now because I had a
whole bottle of whiskey before boarding the train. Hoping he buys the story, I wait for
his response. He says, "Why didn't you tell me you were already wasted." Relieved from
anticipation of not knowing what this guy is going to do, I continue to hope this ride
will come to a quick end. As I look at my watch, there is still ten minutes remaining.
After five minutes of the drunk swaying side to side, I look over at him to notice he is
as white as a ghost. Being hesitant I ask him, "Are you alright?" Looking at me confused,
he vomits on my brand new $130 Nike Air Jordan's. Now I am furious because he ruined my
sneakers and I still have to go to the Ranger game stinking like liquor vomit. With five
minutes left on this train, I stand up and walk over to the exit for the rest of the ride.
As I make way to the exit, I hear the chuckle from passengers as I pass by them. I am not
having a good time. Finally, the train stops and I get off in a flash.

The game starts in twenty minutes and I still have to meet my friend, Bill, at the
Garden's entrance. Approaching the entrance, I feel for my wallet and notice it is
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