I forgot the thing that I hate most about new york. More than any of the profoundly evil people that walk this earth…more than a legion of disease-ridden, mouth-breathing zombie slug mutants…more than a massive squad of badly-dressed nazi creationists…I HATE the people emerging from the stairs of a subway station, indicating that I’ve just missed the train and relegated myself to 30 minutes of waiting in a pee-soaked concrete tube. In could be half a dozen nuns herding a fleet of baby ducks, I would still curse them under my breath as I shuffled by.
