Blackout Pete
Tune In. Turn On.
11.23.2008
Sniffles
On the train to Brooklyn, a burly guy stood next to me with a big, open box of Kleenex tissues. He just hung on to the pole with one hand and he held the tissues in the other. He must have just come from a funeral.
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