Listen up, single ladies - have I got the guy for you!
Spotted on the Red Line: a hunky, un-shaven bachelor wearing plaid pajama pants and crocs and socks. This debonair dad was bitching on the phone about paying child support (so plebeian!) and then loudly asked “do you have a guy out in Riverside? You know… A guy? A guy! Yeah you know what I mean!” while laughing hysterically. Then our irresistible stranger started blasting shitty music and bobbing his head seizure-style.
At Braintree Station: where the shortest route to drugs is just a transfer at Park and D line train away