Instinct

  From the moment I stepped foot on the subway last week I could feel it. The feeling of violence in the air. That instinct that tells me where to stand, which direction to face, whom to keep an eye on, and what train cars to avoid.
  That violence began shortly after I boarded the first train car with a four person fist fight over a seat, and it kept happening all day long. This mayhem continued all week with assaults, robberies, stabbings, shootings, and finally ending on Friday with an attacker being shot in a face and dying.
  These incidents are amplified from being trapped in small moving train car. To some they think this happens with regular occurrence in the subway, and for the most part it does to a lesser degree, but when you hardly see a homeless person or junkie, an experienced rider would pick up on that something was really wrong. They knew to avoid the subway because they have a skill that's no longer learned in those under the age of 40, and that's street smarts. I guess there isn't an app for that.