Paranoia

On a Sunday morning when the subway riders are few and mostly male, and these males are mostly dressed in somber colors and when in my car one begins to pray and another is chant, I begin to wonder if I’m are perhaps in the wrong place at the wrong time. As someone told me, if a suspicious male ever raises his hands, palms upwards, while doing any of the above, there is a really good chance you are in the wrong place at the wrong time and not a second to do anything about it. These thoughts were passing through my head last Sunday.