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i’d like to nominate that for my best title ever, save the angry nipple dead squirrel one.

right, so last night i had an appointment after work, and try as i may (have?) i couldn’t get back to union station to make the 6:05 train. ok no worries there is a 6:40.

well i get to the station adn the 6:40 is delayed. wunderful. so i says to myself, i says, ok i’ll get a beer. so i walk over toward the front/main part of union station, and it’s all blocked off with these white curtains on metal stands. like the dividers in old hospitals and shit. there’s a cop posted every 5 feet of so.

that’s odd! i exclaimed to myself (ok i said wtf?) but anyway, i couldn’t get to my booze! not to be foiled, b/c i’m too craft for that shit. i remember there’s a pizzeria uno’s up on the upper level, they must have a bar–i head up there, and there’s a big line, i’m figuring b/c all the other resturants are not serving food. so in an act of boldness, i just waltz in and ask where the bar is. well the manger guy says it’s closed b/c of the function. i says to him, i says–what’s going on anyway?

–the president is here!

that fuckign guy, like he hasn’t fucked up m y life enough with his wars and gas prices and ruining of the planet and shit but he has to fucking rob me of my late train beer? fuck face. so i had to sit and read the wall street journal.

yes, i’m a smarty pants

i wonder who compensates all the resturants that were closed b/c fuck face was renting the train station? or the stores? like they can’t just not get anything b/c he’s showing up–am i right? are the federalists paying for that?