The Gross Train

I was hanging out with Mark about 20 minutes ago. He lives in the classy part of town with ladies so I gotta take the train home. Fine, just so long as the train ride home aint nasssssty. Nope.

I got on at 72nd street. This huge mexican dude in a black sports jacket welcomed me aboard. A little too welcomy if you know what I'm saying. He high fived me and talked about shit I barely cared about for two stops.

At the third stop he slapped me on the right shoulder way too hard and said "dude, I don't think I'm gonna make it". Make what? What the hell is he talking about?

Well, less than 10 seconds later he is doubled up and puking all over some dude's shoes with gusto. Thankfully it wasn't my shoes but it was close enough that I really emphathized with the gross shoe dude. For about 3 more stops we had to stand in akward smelly silence with the puker and his victim. Soooooooo disgusting. One day if you save up maybe you can afford to live up here too!!!!