Same Old

23 Sep

The only thing different about today’s train is that I’m not sitting next to the man who can’t keep his eyes open but he is on the train and trying to keep his eyes open. The loud kids and vile mother are here. I’m being penned in by a woman who has spent the last twelve hours licking raw garlic. I’m going to post already – yes, I know but I can’t be arsed as I have no room – and put some music on and open the window to get the garlic stench out.

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