I walk down the double set of stairs surrounded by orange tiles. Across the tracks on the outboard platform a couple sharing a bench sit as far away from each other as possible. The girl is crying as the guy tries to explain himself by yelling. I walk onto the train and sit across from two people whose legs are intertwined and eyes shut. After several stops a young couple wearing green shirts and backwards hats get on. The girl announces to the train in a singing voice, “Happy St. Patricks day! Sainttt Patrickkkk" The guy announces to the train in a Green Line Operator voice, "Next stop, Saint Patrick!"
I arrive at Back Bay with minutes to spare. There is an average amount of people at track three. The train pulls up and I get on one of the rear cars and realize all the drunks got on at South Station. I look right, no seats. I look up, a line of people. Left, more green, no seats. I walk through one car to the next. More green and this car is louder. Walk to the next car, more green, more drunks, more yelling. I step over a puddle of chocolate milk. Next car. I walk toward the other end. One guy stands up in the middle of the aisle and another passenger hands him a handle of Captain Morgan. He widens his stance blocking my path and starts to chug. His head tilts back and from behind a Ticket Collector grabs the bottle. The car screams. The drunk looks at me and and smiles. I follow the ticket collector into the next car. Silence, open seats, and a lot of blue.