I've been in DC for around two months now. Walking home from work late tonight towards the red-line. Took the escalator down. Slid my metro ticket into the machine. Walked down the stairs towards the tracks.
I was standing waiting for the train and a man was sitting on the marble bench behind me. Hunched-over, sleeping. Or blacked out. Or both.
The most honest thing I've heard so far?
He woke up, coughed and cleared his throat. He stared at me and said: "the world's a scary fucking place".
It's an honor to be here. I don't know what else to say.
