Red Line

• It's officially Christmas in Chicago. There's a drunk hobo on the northbound Red Line singing the first two lines of Frosty the Snowman over and over again.
  • He doesn't know the words. It sounds like "Froooooosty the Snowman...blahblahblahblahblahblahblaaaaaaah!"
• Met a homeless black man at 47th Street, who refers to himself as Junebug. We sang Beatles songs together and he told me "It's not what you do, but the way that you do it."
  • Then he tried to sell me a bottle of vodka and a stolen women's bike, with the bike lock still attached.

Green Line

• A woman at the Oak Park Green Line station was crying because she was arrested for public intoxication on her birthday. She asked me to guess her age, then gave me a bottle of Grey Goose vodka when I guessed 10 years too young.

Blue Line

• The tunnel connecting the Jackson Blue Line to the Red Line has a high-pitched, almost imperceptible ringing noise that always leaves my head pounding for hours afterwards.