For all the commuters out there…
The fact that this guy looks just like me doesn’t abate my animosity in the least because I prefer subway rides that don’t involve me becoming intimate with a (non-traditionally handsome) stranger’s erection.
And if you think you can find refuge on the LIRR once you’ve escaped the perverted confines of the NYC subway, you are dead wrong.
I am proud to say I have never taken the LIRR in my life, but I know a number of guys who rely on that line to get them to lacrosse games on time, so I feel their pain.
It’s not there yet, but all indications point to this shit-hole of a city regressing back towards the Dinkin Days, and there’s no Giuliani or Bloomberg on the horizon.
Enjoy the commute.
I hate New York.
Take a report.