You ever sat on the subway and really looked at a crackhead? I mean, really just look at him and try to see past that thin veneer of dry saliva and wrinkly skin that's all oily, and look at the human being occupying that crazy suit? Like yeah, that guy looks crazy and miserable, and on an instinctual level, I don't want to be anywhere near him. And it makes you wonder, why is he sitting here, on the subway, looking miserable and making me feel miserable for having to look at him. Surely he didn't decide to be a crackhead? But he definitely decided to smoke crack. Is he nothing more than an amalgamation of his previous decisions? Is that what we all are? And, most importantly, did I just miss my stop?
You ever sat on the subway and really looked at a crackhead? I mean, really just look at him and try to see past that thin veneer of dry saliva and wrinkly skin that's all oily, and look at the human being occupying that crazy suit? Like yeah, that guy looks crazy and miserable, and on an instinctual level, I don't want to be anywhere near him. And it makes you wonder, why is he sitting here, on the subway, looking miserable and making me feel miserable for having to look at him. Surely he didn't decide to be a crackhead? But he definitely decided to smoke crack. Is he nothing more than an amalgamation of his previous decisions? Is that what we all are? And, most importantly, did I just miss my stop?
So it would appear.
So it would appear.
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