i think the lowest point of my commute (besides the delays, the crowds, the random stopping for 10 minutes without even telling us what is going on, besides the singal problems, besides taking two trains where i should be taking one, besides the waits) was when i noticed the man across from me.
i don't know what clothes he wore, but he had on one of those full-faced ski masks--a nice one--where you can't see any skin, and there's only a hole for the eyes. but i couldn't see his eyes, he was wearing dark sunglasses. he really freaked me out when he began tugging down the ski mask to hide his neck, and constantly cracking his knuckles.
i moved down into another seat, and sat next to a pratt student charcoaling.