The Red Line

Their needs to be a reality show called “The Red Line”.  You couldn’t cast these nut jobs any better.  Here I am just trying to get to work and one of Quincy’s finest recovering drug addicts comes barreling in right before the train leaves.  This broad was screaming for attention.  She sits down and whips out her pre paid cell phone calling everyone in her contact list.  “Hey it’s Cindy, They just told me to pack my bags and leave the program.  They set me up and now I got nowhere to go”.  I swear I thought I was at some Charlestown bar in a scene from The Town.  The ride got even better when some beat up looking guy who was shit faced at 9am with a “Kiss Me I’m Irish” shirt strolled in.  It’s like these junkies naturally gravitate towards one another.

PS:  I couldn’t get a picture of the drunk guy sitting next to her because I was busted taking this photo.  I had the fucking flash on and nearly had a heart attack when she looked up at me.  I would have been playing with fire if I tried photo number 2…