As much as I detested the unpredictable service, the inhumane conditions of the track platforms, the candy hustlers, the mariachi bands, the rush hour diaper changing Moms to the most vile and disgusting homeless last train riders; I miss the MTA train and subway service. For the price of a slice, you can go from Coney Island to Yankee Stadium. Where in LA, your means of travel is the big equalizer. In NY everyone uses the MTA to conduct business. It wasn't uncommon I would find myself in the same car as my clients. Most often I feel like Joe Volcano stranded on the island of Silverlake. I guess I'll have another Napa cabbaged grass-fed blackened chicken taco please.
