At 12:30AM Sunday, I thought the reason I wasn’t getting home as early as planned was that piece-of-shit L train. Seven hours later I found out it was because, among other things, of a severed head.
Before arriving at the First Ave, Brooklyn-bound L stop, I received and ignored a text message from a friend that said, “The woman next to me on the sidewalk just saw a decapitated head apparently and is crying into her cellphone about it.”
This thing I wrote was just put on Gawker and so was a text from Christine.
Nvr 4get the time I thought a woman was nuts but then it turned out she had actually seen a severed head on the subway.
A facebook friend posted that a dude in his bar had a cameraphone photo of the decapitated head and offered to show it. WTF. He wasn’t interested, which is the correct reaction.
