A Nauseating Commute

at approx. 7:30PM
amidst the large, hideous concrete buckets housing struggling plantlife
at the crest of the LIRR entrance
lay an attractive young man, between 18-22 years-old
wretching on the sidewalk
spewing a trickle of vomit
it was mostly clear
or more the color of a very diluted egg-drop soup
VERY diluted
but punctuated by kernels which looked decidely popcorn-like
it was a small quantity of vomit
but he was rather thin (attractive) and didn't look like he could hold very much anyway
by all accounts, he was ready for a night out on the town, dressed in a hot clubbing outfit -- tight, fitted, black T, nice jeans, etc.
the girl who was with him
was rushing others away
looking vaguely panicked
and decidedly out of it (her eyes were having trouble focusing). What were they on!?
yet withal,
a pride of semi-concerned commuters began to surround the body
in a beautiful, body-shaped ellipse
the haunting echolalia of "oohs," "ahhs," and "is he oks?" was interrupted only by the dull thunder of commuters on the march rushing by
some fatigued national guard troops in fatigues, with large, automatic weapons moseyed over, but quickly jerked back like guns being cocked at the sight of the vomit
the MTA police (not the midtown tunnel authority, mind you) huddled at the bottom of the stairs