I’m on the train. I start to hear insane music in my mind. Something starts touching my left thigh, up and down in a tickling way.
I turn around and the guy behind me puts his phone down. The violation stopped. The music cut off.
I’m in Florida. He looks alot like the guy I worked with at UPS in Pennsylvania.
Black man, bald. Army?
Once again, I miss my family. Why don’t you help with that.