To the Guy Yelling on the 4 Train That He’s From Heaven and Was Sent Here For Our 19 Year Old Girls
Dude, you’re fucking weird. What the hell was that ‘I am from Heaven and your lighting here on earth is too strong for my unearthly eyes’ shit? Know what it was? uh, the greatest thing i’ve ever heard in my life, that’s what. You are a beautiful car accident my friend. Watching you cover your eyes first with your elbow, then your mask-shaped cardboard cut out (yea, read that again), all while telling us that you were sent from heaven for our nineteen year old girls was nothing short of brilliant. Do you have a best friend? If not, i’m so fucking there. I don’t care about your perforated Cancun tank top or that you’re a five foot Mescan with dripping jerry curls. You’re awesome!
p.s. whatever you were on I gotta get my hands on. contact me throught the comments section.
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I lived in NYC for a couple of years (’93-’95). I can’t remember if it was the F or the 6, but there was a guy at that time who had dreadlocks and one of those knit rasta hats. He had two dreads pulled through the hat to look like antenna. His story was that he was an alien and that his spaceship had crash landed. He needed money to fix the spaceship and get off of our planet because it sucks.
He also had a saxophone which he would play and really high volume and registers in an attempt to hurt everyone’s ears. He’d announce this and say that he’d stop or not even start if people gave him money.
On his departure at the next stop, he’d thank everyone and then plug his weekly cable access show.
He was just one of many regulars who made my Queens-Manhattan-Brooklyn commutes an experience unto themselves.