too close for comfort.

cLoSe EnCouNtErS. “please stop touching my ass, lady” and “get your giant i-could-take-down-a-small-adult-with-one-swing-of-these-things boobs off of me”. that was pretty much the running stream of thought in my head this morning as i rode an exceptionally crowded l train from lorimer to 14th street/6th avenue. ah, the subway. i’m getting a bike. as soon as i have the vanderslice show behind me.