The 1 train.

Okay. . . where do I start to tear this train ride a new ass hole.  First of all let me start by saying that the train was way too crowded for the hour I was on the train.  I mean if all these meth addicts are on the train at this hour who the hell is at home smoking all of their crack.  I did get my own seat, but I hate getting my own seat.  Something about it really pisses me off.  I mean look at the picture I took.  I am sitting next to some weird girl in a Power Rangers shirt.  I mean "Hello" that awkward lonely kid from high school called.  He wants his shirt back.  She probably thought she was really retro, which I hate.  Then the chick sitting on the other side in the red dress had man hands.  Her leathery hand bumped into me once during the ride.  When I shook hands with her it felt like I was holding a Bible.  That's how rough her hands were.  There are places in apartied Africa that don't smell as bad as the car I was on.  Then there was some acne infested, teenage, deuche bag that was playing his music from his phone without head phones.  THIS IS THE MOST ANNOYING THING IN THE WORLD!!!!!  I don't want to listen to your ragaeton that I can't even understand any more than you want to listen to my nuts smacking up against your mom's chin.  If you are going to play your music that loud then at least do a performance or something so that I could throw quaters at you in an attempt to cause you physical harm. While this train does blow, it only sucks 2 out of 5 big donkey dicks.