THE EVIL E

I guess the Metro Transit Authority must think it’s a goddamn hoot to have an army of E trains running on the Blue line, when I have counted no fewer than four of those fuckers arriving at the W4 station in the half hour before a single A or C-train arrived. And god knows why. They’re almost always empty, even during rush hour, when I have made the mistake more than once of catching one to shortcut my way north, only to find myself somewhere on the East Side, late for where it was I had to be because I was subdued into thinking I was actually going where I wanted.

It’s just about the saddest, most Kafka-esq thing when it’s late, you want to get home, and all the subway has to offer is this lame ride, over and over again.