I’m not posting any resolutions this year, although, I do have a couple. We’ll see if I can stick to them for more than a few days.
If you’re feeling a bit rough this New Year’s Day, take some pleasure in knowing that you must feel better than the twenty-something guy that was urinating on the F platform at York Street at about 1:30 this morning. This cat was so far gone that his date had to prop the poor bastard up while he messily went about doing his business. Discretion? Not necessary for this guy. He just let it all dribble out about 6 feet from the stairs, directly on the yellow line. The unfortunate people that walked through this puddle later would have been delighted to know that his fashionable, paper “happy new year” hat landed squarely in the middle of said puddle about halfway through this pathetic display. He’s going to have an epic hangover when he wakes up today. And his shoes, well, let’s just say that they won’t be wet from walking in the snow. I’m also thinking that his girlfriend may be resolving to find someone that can hold their liquor. So, hat’s off to you, dude, for making all of our commutes just a little more entertaining.