The HeraldA shirtless trespasser walking the inbound tracks between the Red Line’s Andrew and Broadway stations stalled the morning commute by more than 20 minutes, according to an MBTA official. The man was captured by surveillance video on the tracks shortly before 7 a.m., delaying trains for roughly 23 minutes while police investigated the incident, said MBTA spokesman Joe Pesaturo. Why, or for how long, he was hoofing it on the tracks is unclear. “He left before he could be found,” Pesaturo said.

Ah, does this ever bring back memories of all those years I spent going through this same station commuting in from the South Shore.  You know how your sense of smell has a memory?  Like you can’t smell pine needles without feeling like it’s Christmas or smelling sunblock reminds you of the beach even if it’s the middle of winter?  To this day I can’t smell old piss and armpits without feeling like I’m back on the Red Line.  The homeless, the deranged, the indigent, the haunted.  Trolls, Barbarians, in-bred people with flippers for hands.  Like a bad neighborhood on rails.  All crammed into a rolling metal box next to normal people on their way to spend the day wage-slaving.  And at least every other day there’d be some mysterious, unexplained delay.  Usually when the train was stuck outside between North Quincy and Andrew, where the sun would come beating through the windows so you’d get that greenhouse effect until the car was like the Hot Box from “Cool Hand Luke.”  And every inexplicable minute that you were delayed made some normal person late for a doctor’s appointment, a job interview, a class they needed.  And I’ll bet 99 times out of a 100 I bet it’s because some shirtless douchebag with nowhere to be was tripping balls and wandered down the tunnel. This video is a nice little reminder for me that the T is to me what a lifejacket is to Quint: I’ll never buy a Charlie Card again.  @JerryThornton1