S L O W D O W N // B R A N D N U B I A N
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Don’t you worry about me…
A perfect acoustic version by one of my top 10 favorite bands, Title Fight.
A GREAT BIG PILE OF LEAVES
A girl just projectile vomited across the train on to the people across from her. Between the Bedford and Lorimer stops. First in a little puddle between her feet. Then A literal tidal wave of puke, arching over on to people. They put out their hands, made sounds I couldn’t hear over my headphones, and made disgusted faces. Moving around trying to get out of the way. A movie could not have portrayed it better. I couldn’t help but laugh, and then slide my way on to the next train car. This guy took my lead, along with a woman ahead of us and we wove our way through people to the exit. After getting on to the next car we made eye contact and and took off our headphones,
"What was that?!"
"I don’t know even know."
"That was gnarly." he said
Not only is that the title of my blog, but a phrase that I enjoy. Mostly because it’s so interchangeable to mean positive and negative.
We ended up talking about it for two stops. He was actually really cute. Scruffy, glasses, green & grey tones in his outfit. In a perfect world he would of asked me out and we’d fall in love and eventually thank that puke girl.
But as it is, I’m just happy something made strangers unplug and talk on the subway. What life is about. Minus puke.
I like when you write things, Stevie<3
I hope you are too.