Saturday, on the A train. He got on around Canal or Chambers, and said his name was John Hennessy. His teeth were askew and he looked more like a Cargo Jeffries, but he was quite well-spoken. He said he makes his living with his words and he’d appreciate anything we could give.
I couldn’t hear over the noise of the car, but I saw the words hit the people. Slow at first, then some stirred. They looked around, like waking up. One raised her eyebrows, then their was a change in her eyes. After a time, her brain exploded.