Joey DeFilippis

She lived under the tracks on Broadway. At first, I figured how bad could it be? People have lived in these apartments since the dawn of New York. Then I slept there a night, then two, and three. It never got easier; the relationship and the sound of the train. There is something beautiful when you sprint up the stairs at the Marcy Ave stop. You huff and you puff, even climbing two stairs at a time, arriving on the platform and running through the train car doors as they close shut behind you.