School play ch.1
I am a quiet man. The kind of guy who stands in the corner of the room during a party and imagines himself interacting with the various social groups that seem to cluster amid the ambiance of sexual tension and too much alcohol, with little appetizers set out as a convenient distraction. I like people and Im a nice guy, I just get a little overwhelmed by the chaos of social settings. I go to school in New Jersey, Im working on my masters degree there, and they have some pretty intense demands for the students. One of which is to visit as many art museums and facilities as possible. So I go into New York regularly to check out the galleries and the museums there. This week, however, the professors asked me to go to Detroit to see whats going on in the art world there. I knew there was an art school near Detroit and some other artwork nearby from conversations with one of my undergrad professors. So, I hopped on a train and headed to Detroit. For most of the ride the train was empty. So I slept. After a while, the train filled up as we neared the city. There were no seats anymore and many people were standing. A group of old women boarded the train and could not find a seat, so being the nice guy that I am, I surrendered my seat and the one next to me which was occupied by my backpack.
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