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During my daily commute. Not the commute from hell as my friend Ev. would describe it. But this morning there was this drunk couple yelling something at Prospect Park. Unfortunately for me, they got on my train car and decided to stand right next to me. Just my luck. They weren’t your regular drunkards. Most likely alcoholics. Am I stereotyping them. Well sort of. Why do I say they’re alcoholics. If they weren’t alcoholics they wouldn’t have gotten on the train with their breathe reeking of alcohol first thing in the morning. Smelled like some cheap vodka. And they were repeating every word like you speaking in surround sound. so what’s the difference between a drunkard and alcoholic. You see, an average drunkard would at least have had a breath mint as oppose to your all around alcoholic.

Then the guy accidentally bumped my shoulder, and said excuse me and started rubbing it. Ewww.. Can I say just apologize, and step off, Man. Doesn’t anyone know anything about personal space. You don’t touch people in NY. Why can’t I just have a quiet pleasant commute. Is that even possible in NY.