"I was running to catch the 9 train, early in the morning tuesday. Apparently I wasn't the only one. I saw you down the subway stop ahead of me. You were sprinting, and collided with a support column. Your prosthetic arm flew off, and you kept running. You made the train, and I did not. All that was left was your lovely arm, glistening from the summer humidity. It smelled of pine and saddleneck oil. I have it now in my living room. it's sitting in a hallway basket with some umbrellas and a digeridoo. Contact me: I'd like to meet the rest of you.
- Susan"
Uhm, Amber and I found this on Best of Craigslist. That's all we can say.
Just so you know it's real
