We left work at 3 and were drunk by 4. By 5 we had purchased neon purple galoshes and by 6 we were unable to walk in them, or walk at all. By 7 we were soaking wet. At 8 we were in the mud, watching TV on the Radio and swearing, water rolling down our foreheads and dripping down our nose, sliding mascara streaks into our eyes and across our salty lips. At 9 we were in Brooklyn. 10 we were walking a stranger’s dog down Bedford Ave, 11 we were drowning out the screaming girl band with more booze, 12 we were back in the city. 1 was one more scotch and soda. 2 was too much.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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