last night, i left the bar around 3:30am.
i got on the N train at 8th st heading to queens around 4am.
i fell asleep somewhere around times square.
i woke up around 7am.
feeling very hungover, i disembarked the stationed train to find myself not in Astoria, but at Coney Island. (for non new yorkers, that is the exact opposite end of my train line. it is the furthest possible place i can be from home.)
my immediate thought: oh my god. what kind of fresh hell is this?
i got on the N train at 8th st heading to queens around 4am.
i fell asleep somewhere around times square.
i woke up around 7am.
feeling very hungover, i disembarked the stationed train to find myself not in Astoria, but at Coney Island. (for non new yorkers, that is the exact opposite end of my train line. it is the furthest possible place i can be from home.)
my immediate thought: oh my god. what kind of fresh hell is this?
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tiger_fodder:
Coney Island is hell. Did you hop back on?
rebel_rebel:
you are like the anti-Warrior, all trying to make the long march home FROM coney island.