Yesterday I saw my first drunk guy in the New York subway. Heading back from dinner, I noticed a guy in a white shirt slumped down on a bench along the wall, off to my left. The train jerked to a start and he toppled over onto the floor. He did not move, he was dead drunk and it was only 8:30 pm. A guy near by, to the guy on the floor, came over to make sure he was alive. He slapped him a few time and he stirred.
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