I have enough trouble just getting on the subway to put up with their garbage. The constant staring and whispering. What the hell do they want from me? I'm big, deal with it. I have the kind of a tooth issue that orthodontists won't go near. The very real threat of domestication. I'd like to see them manage that shit.
Sometimes I wish I could just move to Kerala and be treated like a fucking god. My uncle Fil did that. He always said the Hindus had it right, and by Ganesh he lived the high life. No poaching, Ayurvedic dedoctions, best eats around, baths by cute mahouts... Damn.
I'm leaving this odious hellhole of a city.
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