this train's seen weather like Eastwood's face

this dilapi-dated train on JMZ track rusts like the spirit of Brookland itself. Tres poetic I know. I caught this shot after an older gentlemen passed out from a heart attack in the car next to mine. With the train stopped indefinitely the natives became restless. One aging, dark skined, velour-clad panther began to rant "Is he black? I dont wanna see another one of our soldiers dyin on the tracks. Wait, he's white? Fuck'em then. And I mean that shit!" I couldn't make this up if I tried. Still evangelizing to everyone in earshot the man trailed me to the local bus running underneath the tracks up Broadway. It was a militant sermon strewn with shout-outs to the crackers (me being the nearest model) and The Man and it ended on Kosciozco St. with the aid of a police escort. The other passengers seemed relieved and looked to me for a nod of affirmation, yet despite being pedestaled as the object of his passionate hatred, there was something connecting my empathy and brotherhood to the man. I could have no anger or hate for such passion. Plus the cat was lyrical, sharper than a Sharpton. 30 mins later I rented a newly rennovated apartment to some nice ladies down the block.