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,

“Okay,”

and got off the train.