Goodbye September

Towards the end of the month, he was running low on funds.  The healthy stipend the university provided went quickly in New York.  New York invented expensive.  The young man promised never to forget this first and perhaps most important truth of his temporary home.

No more cab rides.  No more long nights out at the bar.  He knew it would be two months of cheap booze, free entertainment, and sloth like transport.  

He witnessed an uplifting sign to his new habits.  He left his fancy schmanczy show biz paper shuffle for the subway.  Talking to his friend several hundred miles away, he noticed two men get on the subway.  One had a red suitcase that had the wheels on the bottom, and the other held a plastic cup with two ice cubes in it.  The cup wore the wrinkles of extensive usage.  

"My god...a dirty bomb.  I'll call the MTA!" he thought all by his lonesome.

As was happening frequently, the young man let his imagination get hold of him.  The suitcase man removed a handle of Smirnoff Vodka and filled the cup with a shot.  The cup guy slammed the drink on a completely full passenger car.  Twice more this process went on.  Then the cup guy got off after only two stations.  

He would have explained this to his doting girlfriend, Amy, but she would have put it down in the "day party" category of lies and deceitful statements by the young man.