Wo 2nd und 7th Avenue sich berühren

"There I was, minding my own business. I was alone in a New York City subway car —the F-train, to be specific — reading St. Teresa of Avila's Interior Castle, a great read for those long commutes into the city. I was on the verge of true spiritual enlightenment when four of the biggest, baddest, loudest kids I ever came across entered my car and walked toward me.

They were everyone's worst nightmare of what young punks could look like. They wore do-rags on their heads, gaudy jewelry, and unbelievably dirty jeans pulled halfway down their rear-ends exposing to the world their taste in underwear brands. Their shoelaces were untied and dragging behind them and they spoke way too loud for the confines of the subway car."

Eine spannende Geschichte in spannenden Zeiten erzählt Angelo Stagnaro auf Godspy.