***the following is a portion of a cellphone conversation that took place on San Francisco’s Municipal Railway
A girl in her early 20s was at times shouting at the person on the other end of the conversation, although I’m not sure if she was angry or just trying to be heard over the man at the front of the train who, with his eyes closed and headphones on, was rapping hip-hop lyrics at full volume.
“…Why are you giving me the third degree? I don’t know where I’m sleeping tonight, OK?
I’m going to Oakland. What’s wrong with Oakland? Look, she offered me a place to crash, so I stayed. That’s it.
What am I doing? I don’t know. OK? I don’t know. I’m alive, I know that much. I’m alive, and I’m living my life. That’s what I know.
Is that good enough for you? Jesus! Does that work for you?
OK, I love you, too. Bye…”