Writing is reporting

Mon, Dec 9, 2013

Saturday, on the A train. He got on around Canal or Chambers, and said his name was John Hennessy. His teeth were askew and he looked more like a Cargo Jeffries, but was quite well-spoken. He said he makes his living with his words and he’d appreciate anything we could give.

I couldn’t hear over the noise of the car, but I saw the words hit the people. Slowly at first, then some stirred. They looked around, like waking up. One raised her eyebrows, then there was a change in her eyes. After a time, her brain exploded.