Don't sit on a cardboard box and sing a karaoke version of John Lennon's "Imagine" at the Union Square subway station. Because it's depressing.
I know this because sad waves of the sh*t came down at me as I climbed the L Train stairs with the masses this morning.
I know this because sad waves of the sh*t came down at me as I climbed the L Train stairs with the masses this morning.
It wasn't ironic, or poignant, or sweet, or any other bullsh*t word you can think of to make a depressing moment more meaningful than it is. It was just depressing.
The mobs of people trampling over each other to the 6 train are about as far as you can get from a brotherhood of man. They're not going to live life in peace, or share the world. And, they sure as hell aren't going to join a karaoke singer wearing a faux gold crown or any other "dreamer" to live as one. Because in Union Square station on a Thursday morning at 8:30 a.m, believe me, he is the only one.
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