She's the Raid to My Nostalgia

In my previous post I admitted to some NYC subway nostalgia. Ana Dane has offered me a cure:


"oh, dear. look, all i can recommend: take a plastic bag. fill it with those sweaty gym clothes, still steaming, then take a piss on them. let the bag sit in the sun for two days, then empty it out, and cut an air hole and let it sit loosely over your head for an hour while you stand next to a jackhammer on one side, and a crying infant on the other. throw away $4 from your wallet at the end.

if that doesn't make you feel a tiny bit less nostalgic, i don't know what will."