charlie

I was on a train, coming to manhattan from the bronx...the only person on the car, except for a home bum guy with a huge shopping cart, and a woman across from me who was singing to herself, and shouting things like, "OH MY GOD!! FRANK and GEORGE!!" ...at one point, she took a cigarette out of a pack next to her, lit it, and then lit a some balled up napkins on the seat on fire, and watched it burn while she smoked...
this city eats her kids...
And her kids, the people who are the real offspring of this city, who touch its dirt and live on its streets, who live the repercussions of all its failures, are about 10 times as interesting as about 70 percent of its population, who strive to be half as interesting as Sarah Jessica Parker.
Fucking human-chihuahwa hybrid with perrier for blood.
bah. Give me someone whose armpits smell.