You Can See Anything On The Subway In New York, You Know?

You can see anything on the subway in New York, you know?

I was cleaning out my closet yesterday and I found my old yearbook, which I somehow forgot about. Here's a photo of my old English teacher. It was insanely hard to focus in his class as a closeted gay teenager, but I still was such a teacher's pet with him. It's kind of obvious why now.

He was sure that this would have gotten him fired, but apparently using a ritual to slowly transform into a demon wasn't enough for his boss to pull the plug. He sighed. Even after taking the most drastic measure's he knew, he was still stuck in the hell he knew best: capitalism.

He glanced down at his body for a moment, seeing his newly reddened skin stretched to the limits with hundreds of pounds of muscle, his heart thrumming with an infernal power. It wouldn't be long now. Soon enough, all of his current problems would seem minuscule compared to what he would become.

"I ain't too used to all of this office work yet, but it ain't that bad. It's a lot easier to go all out in the gym now that I'm now tiring myself out at work. Results kind of speak for themself at this point, and my boyfriend sure does like it."

He’ll be your tour guide for the afternoon.

He loves the Christmas market so much