Category Archives: Septa
Hole Peas
I smelled her before I saw her, bourbon and dirty hair. I was in The Gallery, a “mall” in Center City Philadelphia that more closely resembles a prison gift shop. Roving gangs of armed teenagers, scratching addicts slumped on urine-soaked … Continue reading
Filed under apartment, B.O.O.B.S., commuting, dating, desperation, Guy stuff, madness, ouch, Philadelphia, scary, Sean goes insane, Sean is almost killed, Sean is an idiot, Septa, shopping, sleeping, train, women
Tsunami Warning
I have a morbid preoccupation with death, and consistently fantasize about how I will eventually be killed. I say “killed” because there is a seventy percent chance of my demise resulting from someone else’s hand, and thirty percent due to … Continue reading
Filed under apartment, B.O.O.B.S., commuting, desperation, douches, drinking, future, Guy stuff, Legacy, madness, ouch, Philadelphia, scary, Sean goes insane, Sean is almost killed, Sean is an idiot, Septa, subway, train
World Wide Web
Eavesdropping on people is rude; though how else are you supposed to hear their conversations? One morning last week, I stepped outside on my deck in the warm still-rising sunshine and took in what would be the last breeze of … Continue reading
Filed under B.O.O.B.S., coffee, commuting, desperation, douches, Duh, Guy stuff, life at home, madness, ouch, Philadelphia, Sean goes insane, Sean is almost killed, Sean is an idiot, Septa, shopping, train, women, work
