Train

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare “lender”, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, small 26) and I had to travel downtown on the suburban train. Where the train is full and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station, dozens of people started riding and where we took over like sardines. In the crush, Angel and I, where we were separated, I could see the top of his head on the crowd. [Read More]