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February 5, 2020
Man on the platform, Southampton station. Drunk as fuck; dazed, drugged, doubled over and staggering around like a fucked toy robot; obviously gone, solid gone; wild and wankered; out of his useless ugly head; gagging, sticking his soiled finger down his throat; barfing the fuck up everywhere like the worthless lost animal he is. The station attendant follows, pouring salt on the rank piles of puke, a moue of utter disgust on her nice, normal face. He keeps puking, staggering, absent, wasted, on the way out. We try to laugh about it. We think black thoughts of mercy and extermination.