Heading home Friday night to the LIRR at 1am, and the escalator at the main entrance of penn station is packed with cops and drunk assholes screaming. I see this dude at the bottom of the escalator with his foot stuck halfway in and think oh man if i get of pick of his face i can send it to barstool and say, “Does this look like the face of a drunk crackhead who got his foot stuck in an escalator at penn station?” Long story short the guy layed face down the entire time screamin and all i got was the back of his head, ruining my plan.


Serves this drunk crackhead right for sitting on the escalator.  In fact not only do I not feel bad for this guy I actually hoped his pants got caught and a bloodbath ensued.   Don’t get me wrong I don’t wish the guy harm but his mother should suffer that horrific ordeal so she’ll learn how to manage her child.  Listen, not a year goes by, not a year, that I don’t hear about some escalator accident involving some bastard crackhead which could have easily been avoided had some parent – I don’t care which one – but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator.  This drunk crackhead asshole did not fear and respect that escalator.