The Internet’s Best Kept Secret
Is there any worse punishment than your 8:30 am train commute to work? No, seriously, is there? I’ve read Dante over and over again, and I still consider Judas a lucky man. At least the ninth layer had central air. Like that last stupid freshman smashing his holier-than-thou attitude through the last call crowd at Kilroys, I sit smashed between two people sweating so much they look like they just came from the splash zone at Sea World. I am two stops into my Monday ride, and all I ask for is a quiet journey to help dim my hangover from the night before (brunch/endless mimosas lasts till 10:45pm, right?).