Swimming with the Razorfishes

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Directions

In the 42nd St. terminal. A guy picks me out of the crowd of people swarming off of the A. "How do I get out of here?!" He pleads as commuters swarm past us. It is so pathetic that I can't come up with a sarcastic answer. I point to the stairs, he turns on his heel and stomps off.

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