On the train back from the city today, ended up in front of a couple of kids who were maybe coming back from a Mets game, one maybe 11, one in the neighborhood of 13. The two of them, especially the younger, kept up an incessant string of inane prattle, like Beevis and Butthead in real life. "Dude, they make some really cool graffiti.... that one's awesome.". Singing along puerile lyrics to classics of hair metal. Never an instant of quiet. And their parents behind them never say a word.
One things for sure, I'm showing signs of age-derived grumpiness.
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