earthmann

At first it seemed I had just happened to pick the car that all the cool kids liked. But upon a closer inspection that involved little more than eerily, slowly spinning my head 360 degrees, I understood the train was packed, yes, to the gills, with school children behaving in a carefree manner afforded by a lack of adult interference. They laughed at jokes whose punch lines I could not quite make out, talked about this one’s new girlfriend, and what not . Three pretty, modish girls not more than fifteen stood below, right outside my window, smoking suspiciously and watching with silent awe a particularly chunky girl roll down the hill from Old Town, lumbering to catch the train, her scooter wedged in her chubby armpit.