i can only imagine the noises i make on the train. on those mornings where i’m trekking back into the city after spending the night in the burbs, i tend to drift off a bit. the train acts like a rocking cradle, anyway, so you can’t blame me.
either way, whilst drifting off to slumber-land, i shudder to think of the snoring, grunting, farting, or possibly even talking emanating from my person.
also, on a note unrelated to noises i make, the train has been very crowded of late. last night, it was standing room only from 30th street to wayne. crazy!
so, back to the noises. while i love my girlfriend comepletely and wholly, i’m not super comfortable making my sleepy-body noises while there are cute girls around. wouldn’t that be something if one day meg came home and a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of hers told her about this guy on the train that was falling asleep and farting and talking?
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