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A revelation

April 7, 2011

This morning on the subway, when everyone was crammed into the car and accidentally molesting me and I ‘accidentally’ molested them back, a gross thought occurred to me.  I thought about how the L train during rush hour is like your bladder when you’re somewhere without access to a bathroom. Somewhere like, say, the L train.  Your bladder train gets fuller and fuller, and when you get to Lorimer, you say, “No way. There is no goddamn way my bladder can take this.” But you somehow cram a gallon of water down your throat anyway.  Then you get to Bedford and you say, “Get the fuck out! No WAY! I cannot drink those two cups of coffee.” But you do it anyway!

And then at 1st Avenue your bladder leaks a little, again at 3rd avenue, and then, almost ecstatically, at Union Square you totally pee everywhere but are so relieved. You feel like this:

Anywayz, that’s why I’m not buying another metrocard.

One Comment leave one →
  1. April 8, 2011 4:51 pm

    What are you going to do instead? Bike on the Williamsburg Bridge?

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