i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.
isn’t it weird that our son marty looks like that guy marty we both knew that went through a lot of trouble to hook us up for what appeared to be no personal gain whatsoever and who said all those weird things to us about us having kids together and isn’t it weird that he has a jacket that looks like that weird jacket that guy marty had that was very memorable in 1955 and isn’t it weird how how our son marty is friends with the same eccentric scientist as the eccentric scientist that that guy marty we knew was friends with whose house i went to once and isn’t it weird that we never saw that guy marty again after we got together
