Greetings from Juan Dolio, Dominican Republic
Whenever I need to go to JFK airport, I always opt to take for the LIRR to Jamaica instead of enduring the ever-slow E train. It’s a little more expensive, but it’s far more convenient that other options I might have. Two years ago, Renata and I were introduced to the famed “drunk” LIRR, the infamous 350 AM train that leaves Penn Station during the weekend filled with Long Islanders who partied too hard over the evening. It was funny being sober and witnessing a bunch of people laughing, joking around and pretty much living it up while going home.
However, yesterday was quite different. On the way to Jamaica station, a fight broke out in our car. We couldn’t really see what was going on because we were squeezed against the door with a group of people. An African American guy was relaying the story, describing ‘blood’ and anger. In the meantime, lots of people broke out their iPhones to document the moment.
The riders were desperately trying to get away from the two individuals as the fight seemed to move closer to us. In a moment, I saw it. Two white guys were going against each other. They were both bloodied and angry. The African American guy bravely tried to keep them away from their group – which was where we were, but then thankfully the train came to a stop at the station. As many of us exited the train, we walked over to a group of police officers standing by and informed them of the scuffle.
The last thing I saw were about half a dozen police officers storming the train. One of the fighters was outside, and his female companion was shouting something at him. We climbed the stairs and headed to the AirTrain, thankful that we didn’t become some bystander hurt by someone else’s problem…