Monday April 25th.

The man at 34th St who gives away one of those free news rags, booming - "Good mornin', good mornin' laydeeeeees and gennulmen, get your free [insert name of piece of shit freebie here], free [insert name of piece of shit freebie here] here, laydeeeeeees and gennulmen, good mornin', good mornin'" - over and over again, has begun to annoy me so much I have changed the subway exit I use to avoid him.

For some reason, just the sound of his voice makes me stressed beyond belief. It's nothing personal, but I hate him.