The L line was reduced to a crumpled husk of spilled entrails this morning due to a train with "mechanical problems" stuck at the Third Avenue station shortly before 9 a.m.

Some commuters, left with no choice but to claw through what was left of the L's shattered body cavity, said it took up to an hour before they finally emerged in Manhattan, covered in gore and shame glaze. Others said the traumatizing delay was just further evidence of their highly dysfunctional and abusive relationship with the goddamn L.

The MTA says L service has resumed, but these wounds ain't gonna heal overnight, and we all know the scars will just be ripped open all over again in the morning. If Sisyphus had to rely on the L train to get that boulder up the hill he would have really known the meaning of hell. Days like these are why L train survivors form support groups:

If you found this commute frustrating, tell your state representatives and Governor Cuomo to stop robbing the MTA of badly needed funding and figure out a way to come up with more cash for a 21st Century subway system.