Chapter 7 The Deep Cry

The Deep Cry --------------- New York Subway, Spring 1986 an underground horror A pungent, pungent, strange gas that was mixed with something was blowing towards my face. As soon as I got into the entrance of the subway, a super reward came first. We've been here before, and we've all had many, many experiences of the New York subway: you've seen Woody Allen look around stupidly on the opposite platform; you've seen Meryl Streep in civilian clothes you have seen Robert De Niro being chased and killed by gangsters, and died in the car with a knife in the chest; you are even more fortunate to see Keith Harring posting posters in the subway corridor, painting his registration Trademark Barking Dog, Lightning Babies, Dancing Stickman... There are also thousands of MTV real scenes, fashion album photos, advertisements, interviews, news, all in this most cramped, dirtiest, most terrifying, most dangerous, but The liveliest, most energetic, most straightforward first-class environment.The first time I broke in, I was surprised and delighted, and I was no stranger to boarding the No. 1 Express, heading north from the pier at the southern end of Manhattan.

It’s daylight outside, but inside the train is a gloomy world. Sitting among a bunch of unrestrained strokes of “modern art”, the steel door at one end of the train tunnel opens with a snap, and two black men who are obviously drunk (!) walk in. You can't tell the age just by looking at the face, because of the vicissitudes, sinister, scars, and drunken looks on his face, he muttered words, sometimes whispered and sometimes yelled, one of them shook the bottle, and tried to take out something in his back pocket—and then There was a bang, and the lights in the carriage suddenly went out dramatically, and the darkness lasted like a year, and no one in the carriage dared to snort—the light reappeared after ten seconds, everyone looked at me, but the two men were already drunk fell to the ground.