This morning while taking the LIRR to the city I performed first aid on a man who had been shot through the window of my carriage.

“Is he going to die?” his girlfriend asked me.

“We’re all going to die.”

A long pause. “I mean—is he going to die right now?”

“Probably not.” Probably he didn’t die. I got off at Jamaica Station while he stayed on (he was unconscious) so I don’t know. I didn’t want to be questioned at length as a witness since it was my day off.

I continued toward a barbershop I like. There wasn’t any reason for me to stay. A similar case of accidental gunfire into the train was in the news a while back. I guess also since it's Saturday the workweek is over so it likely wasn’t any organized criminal act.

As I was passing Kew Gardens a stranger in [...]

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