Friday night: You thought it was a good idea to smoke a philly blunt on the L train from Bedford Ave to 8th ave. I'm not too sure why you thought this was a good idea but you kept yelling "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, I JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL!" I don't really care what you do, but there were babies in strollers on the train and I got off stinking like smoke. Thanks NYPD for being non-existent.