I am writing this from my iPhone on my way home from school. I have less than two hours to finish a post for today.
So here’s some stream of consciousness.
N/R platform. 10:19 PM. Just leaving school. It smells of severely dehydrated bum piss and rat poisoning.
On train. It smells of booze and cheap perfume.
A man is passed out. Alive?
He’s breathing. Not dead.
14 TH street. Live subway band.
On L Train. It’s slammed. A man gets up to give me his seat. I take it.
Guys discussing a movie I haven’t seen. Trying not to listen.
Under the East River. That’s always weird.
Neighborhood is nuts. It’s not even 11 and people are already stumbling. Some may even be hungover. It’s so loud.
Plumes of smoke outside The Charleston. It always surprises me anyone under 40 still smokes.
Girls underdressed for this weather. Guys in skinny jeans, pointy shoes.
This neighborhood has more facial hair than Amish country.
Speaking of Blue Balls, Intercourse: she won’t sleep with that guy. And his chin, lips resemble a hairy vagina.
If she’s gay he may stand a chance at a kiss.
Do hairy vaginas exist anymore for the ladies of today?
Hello, I’m the annoying asshole “texting” while walking.
Straightedge kids at Vinnie’s.
Drunks everywhere else.
I used to drink among these people.
I don’t miss it.
I’m home now.
Goodnight, hairless vaginas and blokes without razors. Drink lots of water and keep an Advil by the bed