MTA

I walk out of the subway last night and I overheard these teenage gangsters. I thought they might be discussing armed robbery, or maybe apple bottoms - but no, they were talking about God. And even more astounding, a class at SCHOOL that talked about GOD!

This little bit of intellectualism from my neighbors put a bounce in my step...

which didn't last for long, because as I crossed the street to go to my apartment an MTA employee in front of me turns around and says, "having a good night, miss?" I nod, barely, which must have been enough to encourage him. "I followed you out of the booth, you're very pretty." This, creeps me out hardcore, so I say nothing and hurry to my door. He then tells me he'll wait for me. I make Jarett talk to me while I walk the dogs. It's my fault for coming home when it's dark.