The Blind Singer on the Downtown N Train

This is one of the more obvious reasons I may be headed to hell. I can’t stand this blind guy. He sings “Do You Think I’m Sexy,” and “Ebony and Ivory” on the downtown N train during evening rush. I only ride the train for two stops, but he always seems to be in my car.It’s his voice.

He croons like a bobcat stuck in a claw trap, with ponderous halting style and inflection that makes me want to shake him. I turn the volume up my ipod and face the door hoping I won’t hear or see him, but it does no good.I’m hideous. I know, but I can’t help it. 

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