Saturday, December 12, 2009



Back in Philadelphia, I took the train to and from work every morning. Depending upon where you went and for how long you were on the train, you got a different ticket. I got the same ugly one every time and was always jealous of the other riders with prettier tickets. That said, none of these are mine. I shamelessly picked them up of the train floor and pocketed them whenever I saw one. Don't ask me why I love them so much, I just do.

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