Stephen, I had the worst thing happen to me on the subway.

Well, actually not the worst thing.

But anyway, I got out of the subway car and I got dripped on.

I think I might have something now.

I got dripped on in the face.

I might be Spider-Man.

Stephen, I was on my way to get my new driver's license renewed.

Yeah.

And I take the subway there.

And it, it smells less bad in the morning.

And there's less people just shooting up and taking shits in the corner than when I go at like six o'clock to go to the gym.

But I have to take the L to get to the eighth street to get to 801 Arch because that's where the renewal place is for the license.

But when I get out of the subway car and I walk up the little stairs, a drop of water hit me from the ceiling in my cheek.

Was it urine?

No, do you think I will die?

Do you think I got something from that drop of water off that

ceiling? Thankfully, it didn't go in my eyeball. I think you're safe, but it's a little questionable.

I quickly wiped off my face like, mer. No, you know what pisses me off on the L? No pun intended.

What's this thing of, hey, I want to listen to my shitty rap

music with a little boombox in my pocket so everybody in the car can hear real shitty.

You know I'm going to be down to the corner and then on the corner I'm going to bend your bitch

over and slap her in the face. And then I'm going to take my song and I'm going to put it long down the fog. Dude, dude.

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