Calamity

There is nothing more frustrating than finding yourself in a romantic situation with someone who lives deep in the unholy trenches of Brooklyn.

Especially when you reside uptown and everyone has work tomorrow.

If only there was an express train to your bed.
If only mere technicalities like clothes and showers were just that.

Taxi is a four letter word.

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4 responses to “Calamity

  1. Ain’t love wunnerful?

  2. Does Sunset Park classify as “unholy trenches”? Cuz it sure feels like it.

  3. Anything below Borough Hall, baby.

  4. I need to get back to work on that teleportation idea… if only for this very reason.

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