Girl on cell: I’m looking at your Myspace right now. Change your song. You don’t know my brother. You shouldn’t have his song on here if you don’t know him. He wrote it, he sings it, it’s his song. No, I don’t care. Take it off. You don’t even know him. Well, you better. Like, today. I’ll see you on Saturday.
–Great Kills Library, Staten Island
Overheard by: Tracy
