the man who sat beside me on the metro tonight smelled like he had shit himself. being pinned in the already too-small seat betwixt said smelly fellow and the left window only intensified my already full-hearted resentment toward being forced to ride the train tonight. usually at that moment i am weaving in and out of traffic, pedaling and hanging on for dear life in the pursuit to feel alive, via bicycle. but that freedom was taken from me by a petty thief tuesday. my bicycle is gone, and my livelihood lessened. on the bright side, though: at i least dont go around offending people because i smell like i shit myself. life could be worse.