It’s difficult to explain what taking the train to and from work five days a week is like to somebody who’s never done it. Basically, it has it ups and downs. You can read, sleep, get some extra work done. But spending three hours a day en route can take it’s toll, and I sketched this out one particular Thursday morning when a follower commuter decided to put his coffee on the floor and forget about it, knocking it onto my bag and the shoes of about thirty other people. The sun was out, and there were some pleasant views out the window, but I was about to lose my freaking mind. It was a good way to vent without making a scene.