I’m not crazy. I’m pathologically high-spirited

| Thursday, September 24, 2009

The other day after I left from the gym, I started watching “The Midnight Meat Train” from iPod on the train ride home. I was lucky to find a seat mind you to enjoy this. So I was sitting next to this guy who was reading this book. The title escapes me; all I remember is that it was a large book that probably had something to do with “How to Become a Hipster in 30 Days” because he lived in Park Slope. I know this because I saw the stop he got off at. And as he had gotten up he STARED at me. And of course I started back. Dude, you had a chance to say something about what I was watching. There was no need to stare.

You know who you are.