Some years back I meet a slim lil' White dude on the LA subways. He sits in the empty seat next to me, rolls a blunt and offers some to me. I give him my usual tag line, "nah, I'm good. I'm good." He starts chatting me up, telling me how his boyfriend's being released from prison that day but was just a half-assed prostitute and a lazy bum. He really isn't looking forward to the homecoming. Still puffing on his blunt, he looks at me dead pan and says, "oh, I see you're 730, like me." Now, New Yorkers, like myself, all know 730 to be police code for a crazy person and what he's been telling me is way over the top so in my head, I'm like, "What?! Um, I don't think so!" We exit the train, head for the elevator to take us to the surface and he pulls out his cell phone, it's a NEXTEL I 730, same as mine--LmSaO!!!
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