“Is that really necessary? I’m leaving the subway, so even if I were carrying a weapon or something, the threat is on its way out.”
The NYPD does not take kindly to this response after asking if they can search your bag.
As though plucked from some Junot Diaz book, this cute little sonofabitch was sitting on the train, winking and smiling at the woman sitting across from him. Charming, right? Of course, when I pulled out the phone and started filming, he showed that he had another gesture in his repertoire. And just look at how satisfied he is with himself.
Naked Man Terrifies Commuters, NYPD
There’s been rats climbing on sleeping passengers and spaghetti induced boxing matches on the subway of late, but this guy decided to take it to the next level.
Drunk or high or just comfortable with using his body to express himself, this man undressed in front of passengers and an NYPD officer while shouting racial epithets. Even when he’s running around the platform naked, punching people, it takes awhile for anyone to subdue him.
Forgive the orientation of the screen; it’s worth the two minutes of cocking your head, I assure you.
(NSFW, depending on your comapny’s stance on public nudity)
I never noticed how scary the subway art is in the station at 14th and 8th ave. There’s this alligator eating some small creature while another of its own kind coolly looks on. I’m guessing this is some kind of street justice, but what’s the deal with the little guys with the saw going at the support beam for the stairwell? This is a dark and dangerous subway station indeed.
Violence is in the Air
Behold, one of two conversations overheard during my commute home last night. I’ll post the other one later, you know, to keep you coming back. Now you see why they used to call me The Tantalizer in high school.
ACT I: Brooklyn Bound L-Train
A bike messenger is seated and a man is standing in front of him.
Bike Messenger: Hey, can you hold onto the pole, please? I don’t want you crashing down on me.
Man: I won’t.
Bike Messenger: You better hold onto the pole or there’s gonna be a fight.
Man: Don’t worry about it.
Bike Messenger: You the one should be worried. I hope you’s trained in the martial arts, like I am.
Man: Well I was.
Bike Messenger: Well…my system’s probably older than whatever you was trained in.
Faced with this incontrovertible logic, the standing man begrudgingly holds onto the pole.
Found the MTA Nostalgia Train yesterday afternoon. I missed it last year, so I was excited to stumble upon it while wandering the LES. Trains like this ran from the 1930s into the 1970s. New York City likes to offer its people some unexpected magic from time to time. This is an example of that. Now if only the MTA would stop with the rate hikes…
I’m not going to speculate what kind of hospital this guy just came out of, nor whether he was discharged or perhaps made a run for it, with the sound of charged electrodes at his back. What I will judge is the fact that it’s 9:00 AM and he has a 40 of Coors Light next to his Croc clad feet. I judge that to be awesome!
(P.S. I am becoming especially adept at taking covert subway photos)
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