Metensomatosis (the Transfer of a soul to a new body before or after death)
-Around 2 a.m., Spring ‘08 on a LIRR train headed back to Queens-
It must have been prom night. An old friend and myself were on our way home from Fat Beats NY. The train cars were packed with kids, drunk, high or a combination of both, most likely on their way back from the prom.
Shit was out of control. I loved it. It gave my man a headache. Cats were blazing bud in the seat behind me. Fights nearly erupting between a drunken coked out kid (the one you hear talking about doing Yay with a CEO he met in rehab nonetheless), and a young man on his way home from work, clearly tired of this kid’s bullshit.
After having an interesting conversation with a Mexican man on the differences between Mexican and American Folklore and its impact on society, the conversations I overheard were like red giants--gradually decreasing in brilliance but large in size. I continued traveling through the packed train cars.
As I opened the sliding car doors, as tracks rumbled beneath me, I stumbled into a conversation with a whacked out Islander talking to a female friend of his. The rest is history. As a side note, this was recorded not many weeks before Bear Stearns + Lehman Bros. stock was valued as toilet tissue.