motherfucking transit strike. so i guess it is time to try to decipher the "dollar vans" of flatbush avenue!
last night was nothing but video games, reading, cinemax, & sex. it was pretty god damn alright.
took the dollar van to work today. the inaccurately named dollar van, since they cost two dollars, but don't let that fool you into thinking i'm complaining. i walked over to flatbush along 6th avenue, pretty much expecting to find all the vans packed to the gills & doing their thing. in fact, it was mostly my own sort of tenetiveness that kept me from getting in one sooner- had i gone with my first hunch & just waited at the first bus stop i came across. instead, i sort of walked up flatbush till i intersected with a bus stop & a red light. anyhow, the dollar vanning was pretty copacetic. everyone was calm & friendly & it wasn't the biggest squishville i've been in. not to mention getting to work pretty much on time. so suck on that assmar mtu & mta! you can have your lovers quarrel. your little spat. i'll be cruising against rush hour traffic, into brooklyn whenever everyone is headed the other way, then vice-versa tonight. 'course, it does put a little bit of a monkeywrench into my christmas shopping plans, but i'm sure i'll come up with something clever.