Either I’ve been a little touchy lately or damn near every single fidgety, pokey, noisy, stinky, cell phone blabbin’, breakfast eatin’, makeup puttin’ on, elbows-out newspaper readin’, rap star in his own mind, openly bitter and hostile homeless, enormous assed, full blast ipod listenin’, shameless personal story retellin’, lead-foot toe stomping, no-room-makin motherfucker in this great city decided to sit, stand or hover next to or near me on the train over the last week.
Ok. I feel better. Thank you.
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