Riding on the #7 train back toward Flushing, NY, I stare at the muddy floor and hand pole that is also covered in mud along the bottom from people kicking and brushing it as the pass by. The train is crowded and stuffy. I notice two young college boys, both blonde, one with a multi-coloured beanie, and a large blue jacket, a normal pair of
blue jeans, and a minor case of achene. His friend had shoulder length shaggy blonde hair, and old lace up leather boots that looked like cloth and were old and worn. A thin black over coat, striped pants of dark oranges and greens, and a small rubber army pack that had a piece of black tape on one end that read "BAUER". Made me wonder if that was his last name. A lot of things made me wonder about him. The way he dressed and the way he talked made him seem calm but adventurous, one of the creative type. All people do on these trains is sit and sleep, sit and read, sit and talk, sit and think, sit and drink, sit and eat, sit and listen, sit and stare, or sometimes, they just sit.