The Doomed Transportation Disaster

Stars lit the night sky above New York.  He and a friend from high school wandered outside before a concert at Terminal 5, a massive venue on the west side of Manhattan.  They found a park to pass the time before the next act.  New Jersey was on the other side of the river.  The friend joked, "The geese go over there to use the bathroom."  Just at that moment a flock flew over the young men heading straight for New Jersey.  

Walking in to a crowded hallway of the venue, he heard thunderous bass and snapping beats of Flying Lotus.  A giant crowd filled the three floor club all pulsating as best they could with the rapidly changing rhythm of the man on stage.  Flying Lotus slammed beers in between careful pauses in the insanity he pumped into the room.

The night went on and more bands played.  Leaving the venue the group decided to find another old high school friend in Williamsburg.  The young man had secret reservations about this because there is no easy or cheap way to get back to Flatbush from Williamsburg.  The excitement of seeing his old friend won out.  It was midnight.

It was four a.m.  They had met the friend and his friends as well.  They were well dressed architecture students.  The young man had a felt more underdressed than everyone in New York since getting there.  This night was no different.  The groups had converged at Larry Lawrence, a little secret of a bar hidden by its lack of visible storefront.  But that was hours ago because now the entire group had made their way to Sugarland, a gay disco in the middle of urban wasteland.  The boy got hit on a little.  "Hm, what would my girlfriend make of this?"  he thought to himself.  After chatting with the door lady about being new in the city,  it was time to go to bed.  

He decided to take a taxi back to Flatbush.  The cabbie did not know where he was talking about.  He then made a very unwise split decision to go all the way to Columbia from Williamsburg.  His girlfriend was staying up there; so, he figured it would be a surprise to see her.  It was.  It was not a good surprise though because when he finally contacted her with a complete strangers cell phone at 5 a.m. she had to leave the apartment and couldn't get them back up.  They were in a bit of a fix.  To take the subway would be at least an hour and a half.  He paid $50 for a taxi.  The car snaked along the western edge of Manhattan until they snuck across the river into Manhattan.  It was 6 a.m.