Knife.

So I’m on the R train tonight heading from Madison Square Garden, where I’d been at Westminster with my friend Tim, to the Upper East Side to see a cornea specialist about my eyes when a shouting match breaks out between two dudes on the train.

Said two dudes are sitting immediately behind me. Before long, the looks on the faces of the people around me make me turn to check things out.

An older black dude and a younger Latino dude are totally about to duke it out. As they raise their voices and the Latino dude starts pulling off his jacket, I notice a glint of silver in the older dude’s lap.

He’s pulled out a damned knife. Not a pocket knife, but a full-out, 4-5-inch-long knife.

I move as far away in the train car as I can get, and I gladly get off the train at the next stop. 

I have no idea what ended up happening, but I can definitely chalk knives on the subway up as one of the things about New York that I will not miss.