Took the subway early this morning after downing a cheap bottle of vino and a bar of coffee crisp last night. Got a little thirsty so I finished everything even before I finished watching Lars and The Real Girl. Movie's not bad but drags a bit, and with 14% alcohol in my system, I would cry at the corniest of scenes and flap my wings at the stupidest of jokes.
So back to the subway scene. I got on Victoria Park and sat in front of an obviously high crackhead wearing a black tee with a yellow Star Wars print. Halfway in the trip, the guy taps my shoulder and whispers something. I was enjoying the chorus of Elliott's Free so I din't catch what he was saying. Took the pods off and asked. This was how the conversation went:
Me: What's that?
Crackhead: So I'm going to Woodbine and I'm spending 3 grand. Which number should I choose, 31 or 57?
Me: (was still half asleep and cranky) Why don't you buy a 3 grand suit, go and lay on the 401 and take 5 forever!
(then I stood and walk to the other end of the coach and spent the rest of the trip with Elliott Yamin)
Now, I'm gonna be expecting a morbid news about that guy in the following days.
GTGL8RZ!
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