“I know what time you get off, 11 o’clock. Watch your back, pussy,” says this really angry lady somewhere in the 215, who seems on the edge of spitting in another person’s face should she not get the proper apology.
Coming just days after “Philly Girl Goes Ham On A Wendy’s Manager,” I think we may be on the bring of a disturbing trend here, people, but one that could be lauded as actual-violence-free. So there’s that.
Also, there’s this: “Don’t look at the sky. The sky’s the limit.” Damn. Deep.