It's not me. It's you.

talking to strangers is highly underrated.

Waiting for the L train today, an older man started telling me about how he used to live in a teepee in the middle of a desert and he made himself a loincloth out of a rat pelt.

He kept talking for awhile, something awkward about going to the store on a windy day in a loincloth, but i was still pretty stuck on the rat pelt.

posted by k. @ 12:56 AM