I’m going to go all David Lynch on ya’ll and start this story from the end. Yesterday, I bought a whistle from a man on the subway. It is a very nice whistle–silver and substantial with a black lanyard attached. This whistle came to me at 6am Saturday morning on the 1 train. I bought the whistle because the man selling them made me laugh. He had a whole rap composed, and while he rapped, he sold whistles… or 1 whistle… to me. I was the only one in my car who felt it appropriate to give a dollar to a rapping whistle salesman. Make me laugh, and who knows what I will do.

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