Fuckin' NY

Fuck the train. I'm hungry. I just had shepard's pie that my mom's other made. Dunno what to call him, he's cool though cause he makes delicious food and is funny. Just sat down on the front of the train. See a brown spot, sit next to it, homie across tells me that it's blood. For real? NYC, I love you but I fucking hate you... Piece of shit. Last night, girl pukes, passes out entire ride. Tonight, straight up blood before, streak of liquid running down the train. Fuck.

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