Somewhere between 96th and 116, a young man got on the train and sat a few seats down from me. The car was quiet save a few high school girls. Matter of factly, he pulled some paper and weed from his coat pocket and proceeded to roll a number of joints.

The men across the car from me nudged one another, glancing slightly from their newspapers down the aisle. Then, as the train rolled into 116th Street, they quietly stood up, walked over the the corner where the boy sat rolling his goods, ever so slightly flashed their badges and cuffed him on the spot.

Good morning!

Via Callalillie