Symphony of Stank

Last week I get on the train- the back of the train- which usually I don't do for 2 reasons... 

There are usually pervs or crackheads in the back of that mutha, but I didn't have a choice, it was either get on or miss the train... 

Anway, I get on at the door that's near the little conductor's booth- where u can walk thru the train- there's a man standing there facing the booth clearly talking to himself... but that's not anything out of the ordinary... I mean this is NYC... in the back of this man are 5 people all sitting in the seats and next to him is man who's clearly a tourist- Welcome to New York Baby... he's looking a little scared... 

So a few train stops go by and then the man who is talking to himself AND holding his stomach, starts to let off a muthafuggin' Trumpet of farts- that's right... a musical selection from his ASS!

I'm caught in between stations so either I hold my breath or walk thru the car- which was NOT going to happen. But what amazed me is why the Symphony of Stank was being played- these motherfuggin 5 idiots were STILL sitting there! Like I mean REALLY? The motherfucker's back was turned to them- so basically he was fartin' in their faces!!! They didn't move- I guess a seat is worth that much to your ass that you willin' to withstand stank all up to be damned! Instead- all 5 of these mofos including the tourist standing next to him ducked their head into their coats or used their newspapers to cover their noses... I said outloud "Oh Hell no!" and when the train pulled into the station I bolted outta there like my ass was on fire!

Is a seat on the subway worth that much that you'll allow yourself to sit there while a crazy man farts like his ass is literally playin' Biggie's Notorious soundtrack???

I think not...