July 13th, 2008
C Train, you’re my only one. I don’t want anyone else. Especially not the F. And definitely not at 5:15 in the morning. So many people love you, C Train, and no one wants you to take them to East Broadway that early on a Sunday. Or Delancey Street. Or even Broadway-Lafayette. But a lot of people need to go to Chambers Street. And to Spring Street, too. I don’t need to go all the way to West Fourth. What’s for me at West Fourth? Just the place where those rats got busted at the Taco Bell. C Train, don’t give me no F. Please.
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