Sigh. Where do I begin?
Well this whole Discovery shit was something to deal with. If you are unaware of the events of the day, there was a hostage situation at the headquarters of Discovery Channel. A man named James Lee, who was upset with what the channel was offering, ran into the lobby in Silverspring, MD and started to go at it. Luckily everyone escaped alive but James Lee had to die because as one of the hostages moved while on the floor, James Lee started pointing his gun and the sniper had to do him in. I don't blame the sniper at all. You can read about it more
HERE.
You would think a hostage situation in MD would be all the drama I had to deal with but it's not. After a lovely after work journey with my best friend Nicole, I ventured back to the MTA so I can get my ass home. I took the 1 train to 72nd so I could transfer to the 2 train. While getting off the 1 train I noticed that the 72nd platform was so fucking hot. Actually too hot. Hot to the point where it could cause someone damage either by a heat stroke or fainting. Anyways, I noticed that a MTA man cleaning the platform and he walked by me. 3-5 minutes passed and all of a sudden he's running back to the stairs along with another man. At first I thought the other guy had stolen a purse or something but as I saw them running together I noticed something else was up. I looked around and on the downtown platform, which is across the way, people were looking down. A man had fallen in. Sigh.

Above is an image of an example of the tracks in NYC. The third rail is where all the power lies. The man had fallen and his head was actually under the third rail that is covered by all the protective railing. I ran all the way to the other platform, sobering up because I had mad beer, and my first thought was to jump in. But I was scared. I didn't know too much about the other railings. Was I risking my life too? How come no one else had jumped in? How come the MTA worker hadnt jumped in? A bunch of these thoughts raced my mind as people were taking fucking pictures of this man about to die. SMH. I was too pissed to even yell at them that this was an emergency but oh well. As a downtown 1 train approached, the MTA worker, myself, and some others made our way down to signal the train to stop. Thank god it did. But that wasn't all. The man was breathing. He was coming back to reality. If you can imagine someone's head being under that rail then you also know that if he lifted his head up a couple of inches he would electrify himself and die. The crowd that surrounded the area yelled and demanded that he not move. At that point I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the fact that I was willing to help but I really couldn't do anything. I couldn't take the fact that someone was asking me if that was a homeless man. Bitch how the fuck am I supposed to know and why does that matter?!! Goodness. Sorry.
I guess my one good deed was letting the police in through the gates at 72nd. I guess they were having trouble coming in and I guided them in the right direction. My train came and I went uptown to the Bronx.
But is the man alive? I came home and told my parents and talked on twitter about it. I Googled every second to see no results coming up. Finally a twitter post about a man being removed by EMS at 72nd. Sigh of relief. I can't even bring myself to blog about anything else. The shuffle joint will be up after this post only because I scheduled to come on later so don't think I didn't stand by my word. I hope everyone enjoyed their day. Later