“That is some unoriginal, ratchet shit right there”
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin’ the hell up and enjoyin’ the show…
The setting: 3/19, about 8:30ish AM on a Manhattan-bound N train.
I got on at Atlantic and you were a couple feet away from me, semi-facing the other way. I was in a black peacoat with jeans and brown boots. I thought you were the most attractive woman I’d ever seen, and I told myself if you got off at my stop I would have to muster the guts to talk to you. I’ve never asked a random woman on the subway for her number, but I just had to given how beautiful I thought you were.
We kinda made eyes, looking at each other every now and then. At least that’s what I convinced myself of. And then you barfed up the apple you just ate. I know it was an apple because after you blew chunks you said “Sorry guys, I just ate an apple.” I then frantically searched my coat pockets, thinking that if I had some gum I could use that as my in. Well, I didn’t have any gum.
Is your name homework? ’Cause I’m not doing you but I should be.