Ferry Ave. by Frank LeeFriday night in New Jersey. Aboard the Lindenwold line, patco.
I had been clean for what seems like years, but in all actuality it was more like months. Caught this 6 o clock friday night train to Philly to meet up with some old friends. I must seem naive, the way i sit and stare like this is all news.
There are a few drunks on the train. This one dude is trying way too hard to pickup a 21 year old. He is babbling on, talking about his new 600 dollar guitar that he named evelyn after his dead mother. She loves his pictures of his new motorcyle and gives him her number. After her stop we all laugh and say 'good work'.
He talks about how he is meeting up with a friend in camden for a bag. He tries to be subtle, but lets be real, 630 lindenwold line, we've all been there and done it twice. we talk how two bodies were found last year and how times have changed. Crack ain't crack no more.
They all got off at Ferry Ave. and i smiled. I have been off that dragon for what seems like years. I was off to the city for happy hour and beers.
I woke up in a puddle of my own piss. Spent 200 dollars on jack, jim and trendy local ipas. On the train back home I talked at end with a dude who was missing his front four teeth. He had to pay child support for 200 dollars a week. He told me how the judge, his ex, the system was screwing him. But, he got off at Ferry ave. 03/03/2012 Author's Note: east coast
Posted on 03/03/2012 Copyright © 2024 Frank Lee
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Posted by Jennifer Truesdale on 03/03/12 at 10:19 PM i really like this. thanks for sharing it. |
Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/04/12 at 10:35 PM Fascinating! I love hearing other peoples conversations, sometimes I try to judge but then I have to realize I'm no better. Well, I don't like IPA...so there's that. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/10/12 at 12:24 AM A rich, absorbing world and narrative. I could, and at different times have, studied it and scenes like it for hours on end. |
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