JOY
Best part of Christmas is when it’s over, but it’s not over yet until you’re heading back from the movies and try to hop an E out of 14th Street station to get to someplace warmer like 42nd to wait for an A.
“Uh Oh” says Cara as we see one, two, three, four, five, six, seven sleeping/passed out/fucked-up passengers/zombies in what seems to be the designated homeless/crack/drunk/other car we happen to get on and quickly hop off.
“Uh Oh” says Cara as we see one, two, three, four, five, six, seven sleeping/passed out/fucked-up passengers/zombies in what seems to be the designated homeless/crack/drunk/other car we happen to get on and quickly hop off.
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That was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. I can't even begin to think how torturous it would have been to have experienced that with out a fellow witness.
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