Tonight I ventured out into the hot cruel world to wish my pal and longtime acquaintance Medwards off as he returns to the bay. I was tired and pissed off from a long last day of summer interning but I felt like I owed him some face time since I haven't seen him more than thrice the whole time we've lived here.
Anyway, the moral of this story is that I correctly predicted tonight that,
A. The only person that was going to remain on the train ALL the way back to my neighborhood from Manhattan was the russian girl in front of me. The entire full train was gone by Church st. No white or black people live in my 2 mile radius.
And...
B. As I stopped to get a delicious halal cart chicken platter dinner I was wishing and hoping that the friendly vendor would offer to throw in some fries and maybe a falafel ball. I could just tell that he liked me. And sure enough, he said, "Hey, you want some fries too?" As in, free? "Oh sure!" I said. Then came that lovely fried ol' falafel ball as well.
It was really good. Not as good as the chicken platter in front of SUNY Downstate hospital, but pretty darn good. And that's my story.
Do I ramble when i'm drunk? I guess i'll find out tomorrow...
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