This woman was singing Tracy Chapman’s “Give me one reason” on a cold night, pretty late. Her voice rose up in the station, and she laughed as she got a little feedback howl.
These two guys, one Russian and one British, were speaking English and having the loudest, most public discussion about buying drugs I’ve ever heard.
Brit: “Her message – ‘love gettin fucked with you'”
Russian: “And yours?”
Brit: “Gonna go get weed.”
Russian: “Aw that’s the sweetest thing to text to a girl!”
They had a long discussion where the Brit explained she had offered to get the weed, but he said he’d do it his own self, because “Gotta show I’m a provider”, which the Russian guy followed with this whole story of how when they had kids, there would be a little miniature boy who felt the same need to take care of supply maintenance, and then they rambled into how to split two bags for €15 three ways, which is not a math problem they were really up for. To be honest, I don’t know that they needed much more weed.
The German girl with the skateboard was laughing at them.
She replied, “Actually, Miguel -” and she enumerated some recent times when he’d gotten to do exactly what he wanted.
She said it in a very chill way, like she was just explaining something reasonable to a reasonable person.
And he kinda huffed, like, “Fair enough”, and settled back against her legs.
The little girl next to him was blown away by it. As her mom was herding her off the train, she was staring at me and I flipped my sketchbook around and showed her the drawing, and then she was even more astonished!
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