Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care what's goin' on near the G

I admit my title doesn't have the same ring to it as Ice Cube's final line in Boyz in the Hood, but having grown up in South Central Los Angeles as well I feel like we're kindred spirits and it's ok for me to paraphrase. I digress...

So... if you live in Greenpoint or anywhere off the G you know it's the only train left to have literally no service. You might say(if you live in North Brooklyn) why not take the L, well unless you wanna go between Rockaway Parkway and Broadway Junction you're outta luck. And probably pretty upset. So are your politicians. Check out this Observer article:

Brooklyn Pols Call For Restored Service on the G and L Trains

There's even a petition to get us some shuttle buses: 

Petition Begs MTA To Bring Out G And L Shuttle Buses

For a lot of neighborhoods off the G there's at least one other train within walking distance. But not here in Greenpoint. I could try to walk to the 7, but who am I kidding...I'd  probably die from cold(it's 40 degrees outside!) or confusion(I don't remember the last time I had to cross a  bridge on foot). 

So while I'm on the B62 to Court Square, listening to The World's Most Dangerous Band's Straight Outta Compton or maybe watching Are We There Yet?, I'll think about my local trains and try to appreciate them flaws and all. Because at least they're running sometimes. And because I no longer care if the G's making me switch trains at Bedford Nostrand for no discernible reason. As long as I can wait inside for my transportation, I'm good. 

This movie is actually pretty tragic.

This movie is not.