Friday, January 15, 2010

My Friend Wore A Brown Paper Trenchcoat

by Ari Collins

“Hey buddy. You can’t drink on the train,”

the T security guy said. The woman sitting across from me shifted uncomfortably. Neither looked me in the eyes. Instead they just stared at my friend, Jack Daniels.

I looked at Jack too. And Jack met my eyes squarely. So I said,


and got off the train.

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