Posts tagged ‘trains’
This picture actually says everything I need to say without words. If a picture is worth 1,000 words, then 999 of those words would be BALLS! (The NSFW version of this is at the bottom of this post. View at your own risk- some things you can never un-see). I ran into this precious gem in the subway station across from my apartment. This vagabond takes the phrase “letting it all hang out” to a whole new level of pukery. Anyhow, he inspired me to write a little something about the badass homeless people of New York City.
Homeless New Yorkers are like honey badgers. They will sleep anywhere they fugging please. I will gladly deal with yelling multi-racial teenagers from the bronx, straight hipsters sucking on each-other’s ironic lip rings, wasted Giants fans (as if I really know what that is), and sexual harassment from leery old men on the train. But put a sleeping, smelly homeless person on the subway and see if I don’t switch cars so fast that your implants explode.
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This city is fast paced as shit, and it is damn near impossible to get away from people. Even worse, getting away from the conversations they are having with each other, from girls that just tunneled over from Jersey yelling into their blinged out blackberrys about how their boyfriend is at Larry Flynt’s with that whorah to thugs cursing angrily into their boost mobile phones at their tardy drug dealers – we are more often than not caught up in the conversations of everyone else. Along the blue and red lines in Chelsea you can now get reception while you are underground – leading me to believe that we are all going to die of brain cancer, or annoyance at straight people arguing loudly with their lovers.
I am against this new development. I know that it might increase safety in the tunnels, but the trains are one of the only places in the city where everything is quiet. I actually love everyone’s dead, blank stares and “I hate my commute and my life please get me a drink, why oh why god did I move into Brooklyn” demeanor. Not to mention, we spend so much of our lives glued to our smartphones, whether we are listening to music, returning emails that can wait or misunderstanding text messages. We need some down time and the train at least offers the chance to realize we are still alive, and not mindless robots.
But what say you? Are you for, or against cell service?