My Metropolitan Diary

Dear Diary,

This summer, I was reading my book on the steps in Union Square when one of the chess teachers came up and made me smell his cup of "tea." I'm pretty sure it was just gin.

Dear Diary,

One winter I was in the playground with my friends, and we wanted to make a snowman. I scooped out a bunch of snow from the trash can. I also scooped out a diaper filled with poop.

Dear Diary,

This summer, while waiting in line outside to sell books to the Strand, my line friends and I watched a homeless guy get in a fight with some garbage. I thought nothing of it and went back to playing solitaire on my iPod, but the guy in front of me called the police, explaining that "He's not really doing anything, he's just scary." The police came, but by that point the homeless guy had moved down the block, so I didn't technically see what happened. But I imagine the homeless guy continued leading his life of grinding poverty, and the guy in front of me continued his life of being a complete jackass.

Dear Diary,

One time a girl in my high school met a guy on the subway, and she gave him a handjob. True story.

Dear Diary,

Today I sat down next to a cute old lady on the M86 bus and smiled at her. I didn't realize I'd accidentally sat on a tiny corner of her Burberry Trench until she pulled it from under me, saying, "Watch it, fatty."

Dear Diary,

A few years ago, I was waiting for the subway at Chambers street when I saw a rat run down the platform with a cheeseburger in its mouth.

Dear Diary,

Today I threw an empty soda bottle into a trashcan, and a rat jumped out at my face.

Dear Diary,

A few years ago I was running into the subway to get to school on time, and I was proud of myself for entering a practically empty car. As we rolled out of the station, I was filled with questions. Why is everyone crowded into that far corner away from me? Why is the homeless guy next to me snoring so loudly? And why does that huge pile of human feces by the door have sneaker prints leading to my sneakers?

Dear Diary,

In the spring the ginkgo trees make my neighborhood smell like barf plus fart.

XOXO
Sophie

 

 

Comments

[Nooneyouknow]

Dear Stephanie;

Please stop scaring the rats. Also, welcome back to NYC. Everybody missed you.

XXOO,
No one you know