Love his dedication to keep the soundtrack to his life blasting on the iPod. I mean, why bother having all your senses when death is one false move away? F*ck senses. And f*ck riding on the inside with the parasitic sc*m that pollutes the J-Train. Hell, I didn't even know a J-Train existed unti today, and that alone tells me it's probably located in a part of town I never want to find myself. So I can see why this guy rode outside. What I can't understand, however, was why he jumped off and escaped into some rat hole cut out in the subway wall.