Hell Hole

So, if you came in from Brooklyn to Manhattan and aren't feeling grumpy right now, you probably own a helicopter, or left reeelly early. Yep, mass chaos on mass transit enabled our fair denizens to show their true stuff. To wit, we are selfish sods to a man and woman, and equate moving down the carriage to hauling down the flag anywhere. We were relatively isolated, thanks to our towering size and noise-cancelling headphones, which sometimes create weird feedback, but are largely a blessing. They don't look like the iPod ones, either, and we're an inverted snob that way. So, while all around there was nastiness and elbows, we were rocking out to Alice In Chains. And we have to say it was very appropriate. So we add "being stuck on the 4/5 line due to flooding and signal failure" to "being on skag" as suitable situations for listening to Alice In Chains.