My Own Personal Hell
The foul-smelling bearded man proselytizing in a booming voice directly in my ear on a jam-packed L Train at 8:30 in the morning said that hell is a “lake of fire where those who are not born-again will pay for their sins.”
Unfortunately, he is mistaken. Hell is actually a foul-smelling bearded man proselytizing in a booming voice directly in my ear on a jam-packed L Train at 8:30 in the morning.
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March 12th, 2008 at 10:44 am
Clinton says:One of the wackiest things I’ve ever seen in NYC was one of those proselytizer guys getting into a shoving match with some old fart who was trying to get him to shut up. It was pretty hilarious.
March 12th, 2008 at 11:43 am
The Brooklyn Boy says:Ha. YES! Join the revolution and start reading from amNY next time.
March 12th, 2008 at 12:35 pm
Lauren says:Why don’t the enlightened need to shower?
March 12th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Todd says:Repent sinner!
March 12th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
Ryan says:Your story sounds oddly familiar. We should start a movement.