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honor | reverb


02.12.06 : 09:26

"aspen"

die.
i went to work today.
yep, i did. there was no call. my shop never closes for anything, so i figure i'll walk in the blinding snow being practically blown over by the wind.
i made record time, too. i left at 8 (for work at 9) and went the long way. i went to the red line instead of the green line to get to brookline (lolol).
the snow was so bad we couldn't stand on the subway platform. everyone was huddled in the stairwell (which is really just a pile of scaffolding because of the crappy construction).
i was at work by 8:30. sign on the door: For Employee Safety, We Will Be Closed Today. no fucking way. but everyone's inside. my boss won't let me in.
so i left and went towards the T.
where's the T? i don't know, i can't see anything, there are no people anywhere (from what i can hear).
so i start walking down beacon.
it was so hard.
i get to the second above-ground stop (about 25 minutes later), and i see what appears to be a train.
get on it.
it goes, it stops. stopping for longer than it goes.
stay on for, you know, 45 fucking minutes.
change at the red line. wait, wait, wait. an angry man with purple skin and elephantiasis stares me down. what?
"i hear you've been up all night,"
"yeah, i, uh, actually just threw up."
arrive home.
eat twizzlers.
poo.

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