the D train

people of the D train:
how is it that listening to techno music at 8:30am doesn't make you vomit blood? and why do you have to listen to it so loudly that I also have the displeasure of suffering your sweet techno beats? who are these people that need to feel like they're in a sweaty club on their way to work. If nothing else, doesn't it make you depressed that you're not actually going to a club, but most likely heading to cubicle hell, surrounded by office neutrals and printer errors for the next 9 hours?