The commute to work today was a muggy mess. Zero common courtesy, my seatmates’s extreme lack of deodorant and the buzz of someone listening to their earphones 80 decibels too loud made 25 minutes feel like an hour.
Thankfully spencercba6′s EPL-centric end of season poem has turned the fortunes of this morning around. Poetic beauty paired with poignant cursing. Is there anything better?