Smog. Late wake up. Taking the 8:50, missed the 8:39. Bare legs. Wet hair. Kind of cold. Third day no morning run. Peeps are wearing jackets.
Things I've learned the past few weeks:
Expensive jewelry is transported in paper bags, typically of a store.
Skirts on the train seat=ew.
Productivity and passion are much better than laziness.
PM
Bare legs. Dry hair. Goosebumps. Dress blown by the passing train. Radiohead. Not-so-busy day. Train comes at 6:19. 2 days from payday. Saw lots of fucked up shit this morning: shoeless man holding a blanket over his bare legs as he walked across the street. A younger man driving a rascal down the sidewalk smoking a joint. And many other "extras playing homeless". It's...something. It's, so many things at once. Hellish. Saddening. Frustrating. Disgusting. Real. I wonder how many of my redline colleagues are on drugs right now. I wonder how many people have touched this pole since the last time it was sanitized.
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