Riding with The Elephant Man

I am standing by the door looking at the floor of the subway car as it rattles into the station. The doors open, people get on and off, doors close again and the train starts to move. I look up and directly across from me is The Elephant Man. Half of his face looks like it has melted unevenly down his cheek. The deep gray skin is pooled on the bottom of the left side of his chin. His nose looks like candle wax that has dribbled and dried on the way down. The eye on the bad side of his face is...