coming home from a late night of drinking last night i started thinking about my upcoming trip to visit an old girlfriend out of state. i was really fucking drunk (actually took a piss on the 9th street platform waiting for the G). so i was in the last car walking around, no one was in it, yelling, doing some disco dancing, acting fucking hot. then suddenly the urge to pull it out hit me. so there i was with my cock in my hand whacking it like a fool when the very back door opened and one of the mta guys starting yelling at me "what the fuck are you doing son?" how was i supposed to know there was a guy in the back? luckily the train stopped and i ran off in shame. i actually was so drunk the reality didn't really didn't hit me until i was laying in bed. so here i sit in my mid-town office, hung over, with the thoughts of my actions burning in my pitiful little mind. a lesson well learned, pull it out only when it is safe. god, i should know better...i am 43 years old. does anyone have a permanent marker handy so i can draw a huge, wide L on my forehead as penance for my sins.