on the train

heading home from Coney Island

Around 11 PM, heading home from Coney Island, we sat across from a man reading one of those pseudo-homosexual-magazines-for-straight-men that feature muscles under the pretext of teaching people to get bigger muscles. The gent had lots of white hair, was wearing shorts, and had a enormous magnifying glass. Picture a regular magnifying glass that you might use to examine a jewelry stone, and then triple that. Maybe quadruple.

He rode the train all the way from Stillwell Avenue to Kings Highway.