London. April 2018
The train doors open.
This station is Piccadilly Circus.
This train terminates at…
Fuk, I shout. This train terminates! Get off, fast!
I put on an Arnie voice.
And leap off the tube.
I get crazy looks.
Mind the gap!
I stay in line with the stream of tourists up the escalator.
There’s an extra wide barrier gate that opens and closes more slowly than the others for people with suitcases.
I walk through behind someone.
Still got the gift of dodging the tubes.
(I’d rather pay but what could I do?)
I exit to the Cupid statue.
As I exit, a loud car engine revs.
I turn to see a Lamborghini convertible roar away.
I know that’s a staged welcome for me from Mr. Fox.
Mr. Crystal Meth Psychosis.