This morning I was on the Q, more or less the first time since being away from New York a while.
I was sitting there reading about how the world is shit. Then I heard a crack, as the deranged man (still wearing his fashionable hospital admission bracelet) slammed his fist into the window, yelling something about a goose. No one even looked up.
Obviously, I was in the wrong car.Posted by at September 03, 2002 04:43 PM