Dance Teacher Lady

I am taking a break from the jury duty saga to share the story of the man I observed on the C train.

A well-dressed man gets on the C train at 125th Street with a newspaper, plastic bag, coffee mug, and a large syringe.

Man proceeds to sit down and place the newspaper and bag next to him.

Man then places coffee mug on floor of train.

Man takes syringe and places it in the mug and draws out what I only hope is coffee.

Man drinks from syringe.

Man does this a few more times then gets up, undoes his belt buckle (oh god), and walks to the far end of the train away from me (thank god).

He looks out the train window for a bit, while drinking from his syringe, walks back to his seat, keeps his pants on (thank you thank you), and sits down.

Does coffee taste better from a syringe? I didn’t have the opportunity to ask as my stop was soon after and I couldn’t wait to get above ground.

I wonder what was in the plastic bag?