So I’ve been meaning to blog about this for the last week, which is pretty good for me considering there are things I’ve been meaning to write about for months and never get around to doing so… Anyway, here goes.
Friday night March 20th my sister calls me and I tell her I’ll be over in a few minutes but she says she can’t wait to tell me this so she goes off on this insane story of how she was on the G train coming back from the north side when she sees a pool of blood. Her and this guy get to talking and he mentions that there is this dude bleeding to death on the train. He shows her the blood trail leading from car to car and eventually to a young guy who is sitting there, shaking and bleeding profusely.
A woman gets on and mentions nonchalantly that the blood looks ‘arterial’ to her. As GG gets off at Greenpoint Ave her and the friendly train boy mention to the woman conductor that there is a man chillin’ in his own O negative in the car. “Ok, please watch the doors.”
I found the story crazy shocking but in a way kinda funny at how the passengers and the conductor seemed so laissez faire about the whole situation. Typical New York.
That’s him!!!!! OMG!!!!
So go figure, my sister rode the train with a murderer last Friday. I bet it wasn’t the first time.