So I’m still on that same 6 train heading home going into 3 A.M. on Sunday. I’m listening to music while lyrical fragments are coming into my head. I’m trying to ignore the fragments for a few different reasons. The ride was going fine & the “Odd Behavior” crew was gone.
I did get a sudden boost in energy after we left 125th St. The T.O. hauled some major ass going to & pulling into 3rd Ave./E. 138th St. I loved how he took that curve like a madman but executed a perfect stop without jerking. I don’t know who the T.O. was but I bet he kicks ass on an express run.
To the mystery T.O., I thank you for getting me home even quicker & keep hauling ass on the tracks!