i wanted to post this comic, which is about a truly unfortunate series of events during a morning commute, on friday the 13th, but that didn't happen. here it is anyway:
this is 100% percent true and all happened one morning during the summer between junior and senior year of college. i was living in a sublet basement apartment in allston and commuting to my publishing internship every morning. i'm not sure why i didn't throw in the towel and go back home after all these gross events, i guess i was afraid i'd see the giant cockroach again.
p.s. despite the fact that my parents thought that was the grossest apartment i ever lived in, that was the one and only time i ever saw a cockroach, even if it was the biggest cockroach in the world.