In the past week, I’ve been taking public transit, which, for my money, there’s no better way to get in contact with the common man or woman…
On Saturday on the subway, I encountered the first person I ever saw openly smoking crack on the train. It seemed no big deal to him; a man who looked to be in his mid forties and whom, otherwise I would not have noticed.
Yesterday evening on the streetcar, a blue haired woman of about 30 years of age sparked up her crack pipe.
On the same streetcar outside Saint Michael’s Hospital, the train was delayed for 15 minutes because another middle-aged man decided to stand directly in front of the streetcar, facing the driver and not moving.
It’s an interesting world, taking shape seemingly without consequences.