The Night Trump Blocked Me on Twitter.

Somewhere in a tunnel between West 4th and 2nd Ave, I got up the President's nose.

I’d just finished my last comedy spot for the night (and my fifth whiskey) and descended into the subway at West 4th. The first two spots didn’t go well, the last one did. I was on a high.

It was late, and I was one of only a few people standing on the platform. The train was nowhere in sight. I pulled out my phone and started doomscrolling to see what f…