Instead of making fun of people obviously suffering though various addictions and/or mental illness, I'd like to give a shout-out to those specific homeless encounters and situations that make commuting a non-stop thrill ride: That one guy always furiously masturbating on the Red Line. The obese woman who wears a shirt that is only moments from disintegrating. The fact that the Blue Line turns into a hotel after 9 p.m. The yelling. The pee smell. Doing the "is the seat wet?" hand test. Ah, the CTA.
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