  After a relaxing drink on the water last night, windblown hair, captain seaman style, we headed back to Jersey City via the super sleek, orange and brown seated Path train.
As we reach Grove Street and I hear a useless argument erupting, mainly consisting of a bundle of "fuck yous" and "go fuck your mothers. " Mind you, all in Joisey accents. To my knowledge, the drunken, sporting shades in the subway, garish Hawaiian shady shirt type became irrationally frustrated with this man, whose slightly overweight body spilled into the neighborhood his seat.
"Yea, fuck you, go fuck your mother when you get home," the overweight man yelled as the Hawaiian shirt exited and then choose to stand outside, pounding on the glass behind his head. Je-sus, I think to myself, when is it ever enough. As the doors close, some woman opens her mouth and asks the overweight man, "Why are you so rude, you can't move over at all? " "Fuck you," he replies. "Shut up," she rebuttals. Damn, this had to be the most competent and engaging conversation I've heard all day.
This man was squashed as far into the corner as humanly possible. OK lady, I think, just shuuuut uuuuup. My insides are beginning to race across my chest and up and down my spine. "It always comes back to the fat thing, let's pick on the fat guy, it's so easy to pick on him because he's fat, " he voices as his words vibrate through the subway car. My heart spills for this man. "Just shut up," she chimes in. Good one. Then, the real stupid shit begins. The African American man sitting next to the witty mouthed woman gets involved. He verbally threatens the overweight man, telling him not to talk to women like that and how could kill him, blah blah blah, you're so great and strong, oh save us all.
An ignorant yelling match begins, Match, Set, Point to overweight man. As predicted, egocentric superman is a sore loser. He gets up and starts strangling the winner. Now, this is enough, it's ridiculous, I unravel. "Cooome oooon," I yell at their brick heads. Adam holds me back as I try to lunge into their vicinity of masculinity and testosterone. "Don't," Adam says to me. Aimee and Kris have remained calm the entire time and I feel awkward for not being able to retain my cries of anger and frustration towards this useless act of hate. "Cooome oooon, this is so fucking ridiculous. " Alright, so no props for my use of language. A sturdy African American woman plunks herself between the heated animals and says, "He's not worth it, you are a black man and he is white, YOU will be arrested and go to jail, he's not worth it.
" I am enraged. When did things become black and white? YOU attacked him so YOU will go to jail because YOU tried to strangle a man, not because you are black. It's as the overweight man yelled to the huddled crowds of passangers, "We all paid $1.50 to ride this train and we all have a right to our space.
" Everyone is equal. We are all humans, flesh and blood. I've had enough. We get off the train as the men begin to wrestle on the platform. Enough already. It's beyond me. I am in disbelief at my angered reaction. It was just so fucking ridiculous. 
