I sat in a subway car yesterday afraid I might not make it out alive. Huddled in a corner near me was a group of street toughs discussing what I thought was a gang hit.
"He dead, son!" the apparent leader of the group told one of his soldiers.
"What?! Nah!" he responded.
"Yeah, motherfucker. He DEAD!" the leader exclaimed, as I tried my best to look away, hoping they wouldn't notice me.
I waited anxiously for the train to pull into the next station, so I could get off before they realized I was a witness to a confession of murder.
"He dead? F'real?" a third member of the group asked the leader.
"Bitch, I'm telling you. Megatron is dead! He got killed in the first movie!"