The Bridge of Dwarves

Hi, so remember the other day how I wrote about seeing pirates on the subway? Well they were just stupid boys pretending to be pirates, but hilarious it still was. Anyway, near work, there is this bridge, a bridge over the highway I think, and it’s between maybe 9th and 10th aves, right next to the Hell’s Kitchen fire department. Right, so, all kinds of weird things always happen on this bridge. Sometimes its just homeless guys sleeping, with no shoes and not a care in the world. One time, I saw two weird people, and basically, it looked like they were inspecting each other for bugs, like the way monkeys do. I don’t know if they were eating what they found or not. It’s entirely possible. Other times, there will just be gangs of weird people acting in unusual manners. I think it has something to do with the place. Like its some sort of vortex of weirdness I guess. So today, I’m walking, I’m almost there, and I look up, and what do I see but three dwarves walking abreast. And at first, I’m like, well that’s weird. But then I realized they were crossing the magical mystery bridge. And then I remembered that it wasn’t weird at all, considering where I was. Some sort of cosmic crossroads or something. Anyway, thats my story about bridges and dwarves. I hoped you liked it.


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