Thursday, June 5, 2014

Crazy Night

Crazy night. On the way back from my weekly excursion to the suburbs, I passed a morbidly obese homeless gent who was shaking something vigorously in his hand. He asked me if I had two dollars and whether I would like to buy some aerosol cans. 

The train arrived in the city just as Penn Station was being evacuated. No reason was given. I filed out in the midst of a large, nervous mob.

As I walked toward the subway, I passed a man in a suit throwing up an enormous pile of vomit in front of a restaurant at 32nd and Fifth. His friend, a woman, urged him to be careful to avoid ssoiling his shoes. Something must be in the air. 



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