The Hose

Evil

DEATH TRAIN

From my new apartment, it takes me 12 minutes to get to work. (Woo hoo!) But I also run the risk of dying at any given point during the ride. (Boooo!) I take the 2/3 and you've probably never noticed, but check out the huge, uninterrupted stretch between 110th Street and 96th Street:



What this means is that the 2/3 is barreling down the tunnel with all of the speed of a Japanese bullet train, but with none of the technology. Every morning I find myself clutching onto the pole for dear life. You'd think this would be a sensible thing to do, except when the train hits one of those 90 degree turns (see map above) and slams my balls right into the pole.

I am still alive today. Enjoy me while you can.