You see all kinds of things riding the subway in New York. For instance, on my way home from work there's an older man who reads the
New York Times folded in quarters with the sourest expression on his face, just radiating misery. He probably has some military background since the crease in that paper is PRECISE, and you can see him fuming with rage if someone is selling candy for their 'basketball team' or God forbid "It's showtime!" He gets off at the same stop as me, and marches to the escalator, heading home to a loveless marriage and another mushy, tasteless dinner on a TV tray in front of
Wheel of Fortune next to a wife who is slowly poisoning him for robbing her of the best years of her life.
He reminds me of Billy Dee Williams, who looked absolutely pained during his
Dancing With The Stars press tour. I know it's a huge step down from
Mahogany and
Lady Sings the Blues, but would it kill ya to force a smile Lando? You're an actor God dammit!
One of Hollywood's coolest mofos Samuel L. Jackson was also in town recently without any fucks to give
and John Malkovich couldn't be bothered to stop, look up, or give one of his fucks either. (Or maybe it's John Cusack as John Malkovich in that shitty movie that nobody saw.)
What IS it with old people anyway?
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