>*9:30 pm, envisioning a 40-year-old AFKAP, in blue suit, >sleeping on the train smelling of stale Suntory whiskey with >an open oni-tentacle-rape comic on his lap while girls in >sailor school-girl unforms titter and point. AF wakes up, >lurches out at the next station, and heaves into the track >opposite the platform, leaving the comic on board.*
actually, i don't read comics on the train at all... i had a pretty sobering experience around that