Chicago

Today was wild on the blue line! The dude passed out on the floor when I got on rolled up to his knees and violently emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor. So I switched cars. The gentleman in the seat in front of me with a couple jailhouse face tattoos tried to sell me some cheap earbuds. I politely said no thanks. Then barfy homeboy strolls through the emergency door. His pants were down around his knees and he was covered in vomit from his beard to his underwear. He kept staggering past me to the next car thankfully. Then the guy with the earbuds stands up and points a flashlight at my face saying only "sometimes the master" and then freezing for a good minute straight. Then he tells me to hand him my ring so he can check if it's 24k gold. I told him, "it's not, and it's bad luck to take it off." Thankfully this happens as we arrived to Rosemont and I departed.