2 sentence story
by Jason, not of the Argonauts, but of Star Command
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Alec, Joel, and I were drunk and from North Carolina so that meant that Alec had to lay down on the yellow paint near the edge and point to what have been a turd, or a Wendy's bag, or a roll of film that was near the rail of death or whatever so that the Transit Cop that smelled like reefer and children's Tylenol could show up and write Alec a ticket for just showing some North Carolina boys a good time in the big city that never sleeps because it was around two in the morning or something when it happened after we were naked on the roof of some girls apartment in Brooklyn near the school with the funny Dutch sounding name that I can't remember because right now I am thinking back and laughing about the girl that though I was a farmer from Georgia all because of my funny tan lines that I really got because I am a bicycle racer from North Carolina who surely will remember walking around NYC more than riding on the silly subway that doesn't require you to powder your down there with Gold Bond every ten blocks because of all the chafing that comes with wearing boxers.
Oh, and the trains in DC are cleaner.
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