Tuesday 12:30PM
I'm on the 4 train to school. The same 4 train I take to school every Tuesday from February til now.
Everything's usual. Mind you, I'm still reeling from the erasing of all my music on my hard drive.
But that day, the powers that be were not done with me.

The train stops at the Brooklyn Bridge/City Hall Station. The doors open.
10 minutes pass. The doors are still open.
5 more minutes pass. The doors close.
10 minutes pass. The doors are still closed.
A slew of passengers enter the first car. My car. The doors still are closed.
I started to smell smoke. The train, and doors, have not shown signs of life.
Pandemonium and fears of terrorism strike the subway car. The doors, and train, do not move.
Some passengers commandeer the train. One door opens.
Multitudes try leaving through this door. I see a white collared white man fighting the crowd, forcing himself out the door. Still no signs of relief from the MTA.
Where am I, you ask???
I am in between the subway cars, opening the fence, and jumping over to safety.
Did I feel that pandemonium?
Sure as hell I did.
Even now, I hear those people, crying to open the doors, hoping they escape City Hall.
Did I ever find out what was going on?
Absolutely not.
In fact, I raced my ass through the exits, up the stairs, past Canal Street, and as far away from the scene has humanly possible.

Scared shitless, missed class, thoroughly burnt in every aspect...
I am having the most wonderful time of my life.
The powers must be beaming from ear to ear.