Anytime I go on the train, which isn't often, there is always a lot of open liquor. It's almost always the usual drunks but sometimes carpenter's finishing up there work day downtown and taking the train home. I usually end up having to stand or sit next to some drunk, homeless person with no teeth in there head. Last time I was on the train (about 2 months ago) buddy kept leaning right up to me to tell me he's stopped drinking because it's bad for him and wanting me to shake his hand. God knows where that's been. Then reaches down his pants and pulls out a bottle of Listerine and starts downing it. Pleasant, ahhh the NE's finest.
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