So as if i wasn't enough of a hater on fat people. This adds to it:

Why all the hate you might ask? Well go figure that the transition from 11/12 to 11/13 would be it. I went out drinking, and in typical "me" fashion, i passed out on the train. I was homeward-bound, and yet I never made it home to sleep. The reason being that somewhere along my ride into Brooklyn/ REM cycle, i was ticketed and physically harmed by a police officer. He was a deuche. Straight up. He yanked me off the 3 at a subway station just to ticket me for being asleep. Now I wouldn't object to it if it weren't for the following reason:

1. I was not taking up THAT much room on the train, I distinctly remember passing out on the end of the bench so i could rest on the end rail. Conversely, the ticket says that i was "sprawled out."
2. If I had been left alone on this train, i would have probably made it back to Brooklyn in time for some sleep. it was 2:37 when this ticket was written. I would have been home probably by 3, 3:30 tops. As a result of this whole situation (being removed from my train and the whole ordeal with the officer), I didn't make it home until 5am and had barely enough time to make tea and be out the door.
3. To be called hostile would be an understatement. The nerve to pull this shit. This cop was an asshole, and was looking for some unsuspecting victim to take his pent up anger out on.
4. In pulling me out of the train, he managed to bruise up my arm. VIOLENCE!!!


blah, and to add insult to injury (no... not the bruise), I still couldn't get out of the summons, nor have I gotten a proper response back from the NYPD complaint department. And then there was the fat guy who was taking up what could probably fit 2 people. That's what i see on the train to work immediately after this shitshow. FML

AHH!