Tough City.

[chomps]

It's never a good day when you've spent most of it throwing up. I suppose it all began when the coffee shop I work at started to carry these meat & veggie pies. Apparently the meat ones are quite tasty, but I've only had the vegan pie, for reasons you can figure out. We hardly sell any; they're expensive by New York standards. So, at about 7pm every day, they need to change out the vegan pie, because it just looks disgusting. Now, I have never been a fan of throwing away food. Just because it looks degenerate doesn't mean it's lost its nutritional value (of which it has much!) Thus, around 7pm, every day, I eat a degenerate vegan pie. This fact caught up with me yesterday morning as I was riding the subway into Manhattan. It is difficult do encapsulate with words the combination of preexisting physical nausea with the addition of the New York City subway system. I didn't throw up on the subway, but as soon as I arrived in Manhattan, I knew I couldn't go to my physics meeting that morning. I emailed my professor from the cafe, and decided to wait until I felt stable enough to ride the subway back. You know those indicator lights on the subway that tell you how far you are from your destination? Ten billion watts. I could feel the indicator lights burning into my eyelids, which were very closed. I'd estimate the trip took approximately two ice ages. I got off the subway, and began the excruciating three-block venture toward my building. Public vomiting is a funny thing; after it's happened, there's nothing you can really do about it. It's not like you can really apologize to the onlookers, or attempt to clean it up. What can you do? Just step over the vomit you've created, and try to get home before you do it again. There are enough crackheads in my neighborhood that it wasn't too strange a thing for people to witness at 2pm on a Friday, but I suppose now there's no way I'll ever convince them that I'm not a crackhead. All in all, I'd say throwing up in the toilet is the way to go. The bucket by the bedside is convenient, but the toilet is self-cleaning (to some extent).

I'm not a crackhead. I just ate a bad vegan pie.