Trains run so slow at 5 in the morning. So after a late night of celebrating some classmates birthdays, I was unable to wait any longer for the R train without passing out. I walked the twenty some blocks from the 36th St. stop to my apartment, and on the way I found a little hidden gem. They were stairs leading underground, closed off by a single not-so-effective cone. In my stumbling and curious state, I had to check it out. I guess it used to be a subway entrance, but not sure. There was a lot of graffiti, lights were on, but I didn’t dwell too far in because I didn’t want to go to the adult version of the principal’s office. Clearly, it was somewhere I was not supposed to be.