Don't Let the Homeless Man Get You Down

This morning on the train, a homeless couple that reeked of patchouli and booze were talking all crazy and clearly just riding the trains back and forth. I think that was their plan for today. Also, one of them had no shoes and crusty-ass toe nails.

I'm also pretty sure they were mocking me for being part of the matrix and going to robot work. They have a point. I mean, I have to be somewhere I don't want to be, and they only have to worry about train-hopping and where to get their next tall can and/or John.

But I do have a pedicure. So, homeless couple 1, me 1.