MOVING ON

From St Barts' monthly Gay and Lesbian Fellowship, I decided I should go home right away. I soon found myself in the subway station. I saw that it was empty, dank smelling as usual, & except for myself and a homeless fellow who was standing towards the front of the station, waiting for things to happen, the station looked scary. The homeless fellow's body looked bent, given his tall, large frame, and I thought he must have not taken a bath for over a month. Looking for some signs of company, and with no train arriving or departing whatsoever, I realized how this empty station can bring about images of getting violently struck somewhere in the city, for no apparent reason. But reason crept in fast, and I kept myself from being anxious. The homeless fellow looked surprised as well, as we were alone for over 7 minutes in the station. I figured out that I can easily outrun him, in case he turns violent against me, as I walked and got myself seated in the benches in the middle o...