I got on the subway this morning and found a seat near this homeless guy I see in my neighborhood every now and then. He realized we were at his stop (Broadway) and roused himself as quickly as his slow, drunk ass could muster and stumbled towards the closing doors. That’s when the smell hit me. He had just urinated on himself and the floor and was leaving the scene of the crime. I have never smelled a stronger, more foul urine smell than his. It’s still stuck in the back of my throat making me gag and wince every now and again. I thought post-asparagus-consumption-urine was bad. Damn, there are no bathrooms on the subway! Never again will I wish to be drunk and able to sleep on a train all day. Another dream dashed.