A light fog covers the “No Walking Across Track” sign blinking in the damp, poorly lit tunnel. A Subway Driver’s troubled twenty-year-old Son, Josh, rides alongside. Eyes cast down, he looks up as people blur into blue and white lines. Black as pitch until glowing yellow lights come into view, blinding. The train creaks to a stop, and a muffled voice speaks. When Josh notices some men in drag drawn on a wall of graffiti.
“About my 'coming out' letter?" Josh braces himself for an answer.
“Be yourself, Son.”
Josh grins. “Always been a trainwreck. Now I’m back on track.
“About my 'coming out' letter?" Josh braces himself for an answer.
“Be yourself, Son.”
Josh grins. “Always been a trainwreck. Now I’m back on track.
