imagined inner monologue of the cougar i saw on the train today wearing a hot pink banana clip while she was getting ready this morning:

“is this dress too much for a friday? i ain’t wasting no more time. fuck no. let me just clip this in. right. here… perfect.  goddamn i look good today. and here i go again on my own, goin down the only road i’ve ever known. like a drifter i was born to walk alone and i’ve made up my mind, i aint wasting no more time. and just one sip of coors light before work.”