Two nights ago on the drunk train (4:30-5am) going uptown, I sat across from a guy who kept making small talk- about how he just wanted to get home to his wife, how he wouldn't know how to react if he caught her with another man, that he lived on or near 103 st and how he couldn't wait to finally be there. I didn't want to hear it. I was tired. I
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