so there i was, sitting on the curb outside of the train station. i was extremely depressed since i had just lost my job and the girl i met on my lunch break hated me. i had nowhere to turn, no one loved me except jen, but she would just call the wahmbulance on me and i knew i had to lay low so THEY wouldn't find me. suddenly two giant tomatoes walked up to me and tried to sell me Knicks tickets. "no thanks" i replied, "but where's my airplane?" i then realized that maybe they weren't tomatoes at all, and maybe it was just the acid kicking in. i hoped they were more like carrots or something, maybe my eyesight would improve- like i could be so lucky today. they asked me to follow them, which i did until a tank drove up on the sidewalk and began to scream out in Spanish. i couldn't make out the words so i yelled back, "howblashmadinkom!" did that make sense? maybe, since the shrooms were just starting to kick in. i jumped in the tank to find myself surrounded by pastries, and all of them were wearing Santana tee shirts. was Santana in town? who cares, i had to get to the east side. that's when the nicotine began to hit me. "take me there driver!" i shouted, that's when the beating started. now maybe this is the alcohol talking but that pissed me off. so i got up and ran, luckily i wasn't running, but floating. unluckily there were people all over the place that i kept running into. i must have fallen down with every person i hit, so i jumped back up and hit another person and fell down, then another, then another, suddenly i hit a building. when i awoke some guy was sitting on my head so i bit his ass and he called me a fag. i jumped up and started running again, the rest must have done me good, i wasn't running into people anymore- i guess i was just tired.