
A rare occurrence on today's ride in to NYC. I slept most of the journey. Was awoken by the sweet smell of the Church Lady spraying on her perfume in the seat directly in front of me. The sweet smell of Jesus to start the week of toil.
Commuting from rural New Jersey to NYC via bus. And the wackos I am forced to share this twice daily experience with. Written while in motion on the bus via blackberry.
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