Wednesday, November 10, 2010

November 10, 2010

I don't know why we continue to stare at the empty dark tunnel when waiting for the train. It's like staring at an ass trying to determine how the digestion's going.

Four G trains have passed. No F.
No announcements.

A once desolate, deserted Church Avenue platform is now littered with the entrails of four G train cargoes.

Incoherent message by a clearly speech-impaired/intoxicated/demented MTA worker:
mumble-Jay Street-mumble-G-mumble-Stillwell.

Thanks, assholes.
I was wondering how to spend my evening, but you took care of that right quick.

Thursday, November 4, 2010