Personal Narrative On New Yorker

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I use the MTA everyday to go to work, as a New Yorker is usual to see some “crazy” people doing random things on your train ride. However, last night when i was on my way back home I observed a indigent sitting in the wooden bench at a train stop he was whispering to himself in a weird language, it was english but i could barely understand what he was saying then 2 minutes after he got up and started yelling looking straight forward but there was nobody there, he yelled “ screw you, I’m going to stab you and kill you, you are so D**M sick” then he whispered to himself trying to apologize to his own hallucination. I felt sorry for his situation, he needs help and being an indigent more than likely he is not getting help, unless someone reports

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