808 \ due to a prior incident /

Due to a prior incident at one-eighty-first, the last stop on this train will be Dyckman, where you can transfer for a free shuttle bus blah blah blah your morning is fucked, so you should ignore me and get off at two-oh-seventh and walk a few blocks to the A. The streets are filled with the stench of two growling garbage trucks and a street sweeper, and trash is everywhere, but on the corner of two-oh-seventh and tenth is a dozen people crowding the sidewalk, and in the middle of the crowd are beautiful boricuas dressed like they are going dancing. They are surrounded by beefy dudes and the women keep tugging at the fronts of their short short dresses, and when they do their tops come down a little more, like that is even possible, and they can barely contain what is trying to burst forward into a hot, shitty Monday morning, so get a good look — a real good look — when you pass because it fucking stinks out there and the shops have not sprayed off the sidewalks yet and there is litter and piss puddles everywhere and pinch your nose and switch trains at fifty-ninth and stand the rest of the way to work, and you should have been early but now you are late, and your pits are sweaty, but hey, think about those dresses and the tugging and the tops. Ladies and gentleman, due to a prior incident at one-eighty-first, Dyckman will be the last stop on this train.