“…has officially been discarded on the platform! (first submission)
Crooked, but with some field training, they’ll be glamor shots in no time!
This car on the A-train, mid-afternoon, smelled like whatever they fried that sandwich and bag of steak fries in. What’s the word, savory? No. Sweet? It’s on the tip of my tongue. Oh, I know: crap! As the train sped from 125th to 59th, each fist took its turn keeping the mouth full to its capacity. Kind of like a steam engine powering the express train, I suppose. Only disgusting.
Until next time,