jchrisobrien ([personal profile] jchrisobrien) wrote2002-08-23 09:20 am

Changes

The cool air blew through my window, heralding a break from the heat that had smothered us the past few weeks. Getting ready for work was easy, the walk to the T was quick and brisk, and I glanced out the window of the red line into the darkness wide awake, instead of curled into a sleeping position. The wind was strong as I left South Station, much stronger than normal. And cold! I shivered and thought that a long sleeved shirt might not be enough. Halfway across the bridge, I slipped... on some ice? No, just wet stone. The smell coming from the rivers was extra pungent today, so I hurried across, cursing a little, and went to work.

Behind me, from the vents around the subway, the screaming started.

[identity profile] couplingchaos.livejournal.com 2002-08-23 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
I love the weather this morning. That I've been able to sleep comfortably the past couple of nights.

[identity profile] alex-victory.livejournal.com 2002-08-23 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Behind me, from the vents around the subway, the screaming started.

What?

[identity profile] uruz.livejournal.com 2002-08-23 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Some guy dressed in leather and buckles threw his hand in the air and started screaming. He got fatter, and fatter, and fatter, and then a bunch of guys jumped out and started doing a rendition of Weird Al's "Fat"