not my funday…
nor my i don't have to run day…
now you have that song stuck in your head…
you're welcome.
so the bastard is getting off of the train on his way to the office when this poshley dressed woman walking in front of me pauses…
turns toward a subway garbage can…
gets onto her tippy toes…
and proceeds to throw up into the subway garbage can.
not something you see everyday.
upon reaching the turnstile I look back to see that she has composed herself and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
because you see…
this is the city that never sleeps…
where you can eat and run anywhere…
and apparently…
evacuate and run…
try to hold it down new york…
unless you can't.
—the bastard
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