If there's anything that's so wonderful about the City That Never Sleeps is that no matter how wasted one gets, you have an 8 car stretch limo at your leisure at any time. The New York City Subway system may have its flaws. At times overcrowded. Regularly irregular. Pungent odors whose sources cannot be traced. But gosh darn it, it's always there. It may take 20 minutes for your train to come. And some hoodlums might pull the emergency cord and keep you holed up in a dark tunnel for an absurd amount of time. But that's when friendships are strengthened. It's a very beautiful thing.
Just last night I was returning from my wonderful escapade with Nitro and at least five sets of drunken people got on my train car alone. One happily continued his dancing from the club, breaking into an exuberant robot interspersed with b-boy moves. Others just laughed uncontrollably. Some lustily looked around for maybe one last person they might be able to take home. But in all cases they all had the tie that they needed that silver chariot to continue their nights of mirth and I for one am glad I got to share it with them.
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