Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, July 5, 2018
“Do not take a cab,” says the woman a few seats behind us on the train home from New Jersey. We’ve spent the Fourth of July celebrating the birthday of our dear friend, but a day out in the continuing heat wave has depleted us, leaving us with very little patience for entitled college students on their cellphones.
“You’ll get caught in firework traffic, and, just, Jesus are you crazy?” she continues, full-voiced.
“I hate her voice, but I like her attitude,” I tell Katie, who sighs, but nods.