As I was shoved up against a man’s knees and breathing in a mixture of sweat and stale urine on the 1 train last week, I noticed something that should have been more unusual: the woman standing next to me was crying. Our eyes accidentally met in that awkward shared-commute kind of way, and I [...]
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Last Comic Riding
I haven’t been sleeping very well lately, so when I got on the train to go to work this morning, I was tired, cranky in general, and pissed specifically at the fact that it’s only fucking Tuesday. So when I got on the packed express train at 96th street and I saw a homeless guy [...]
They’re all naked? I…need a bloody mary: Surviving comedy (barely)
Maybe you’ve just finished reading Hatchet for school, or Netflix’d Alive, or perhaps, despite being the type of person who openly mocks reality shows, you’re chilling out in front of your television on a Thursday night watching Jeff Probst smarm his way through another episode of Survivor. Inevitably, you ask yourself the question, “what would [...]
My Year of Living Dangerously (relatively speaking, that is)
Those of you who don’t have the events of my life plotted out on your calendars (quick! When’s my birthday?) may not be aware that I recently celebrated a big anniversary. Now this anniversary isn’t of the 12-step (I already don’t do drugs) or boy-related variety (dying alone). No, July 1st was the one-year anniversary [...]
New Jersey—Where even the graffiti is depressing
I was on the AirTrain at Newark airport today and we passed over a regular train track where a cargo train (is that the right term? Is that even a thing at all?) was passing by. Naturally the train was covered in graffiti. On two cars in a row, in different handwriting it said: “I [...]
