The other day Danielle and I were walking down the steps at the Union Square station, and when we reached the bottom we saw a pizza box laying there on the platform
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Yup! My icon is a drunken man I took a pic of in Cobh, Ireland... last port of call for the Titanic... very southern Ireland. He was on a park bench near the water, drinking a humongous container of beer (think Coca Cola bottle), wearing a sea cap'n hat, with a red smiley heart pinned on his chest. He peed behind the small photo booth. Later, he called me a "fookin bastid!" as I walked by. I'm convinced he knows the secret to life.
Today a vagrant kicked my car because it was in his way. I would've gotten out to yell at him, but he had the sniffer look to him. So instead I parked in the parkade, then went in to my office, poured a cup of tea and ate a warm meal.
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Take that, asshole.
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