Comments on: To the Guy Yelling on the 4 Train That He’s From Heaven and Was Sent Here For Our 19 Year Old Girls http://nyc.metblogs.com/2005/03/31/to-the-guy-yelling-on-the-4-train-that-hes-from-heaven-and-was-sent-here-for-our-19-year-old-girls/ Sun, 22 Nov 2009 05:58:39 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: ttrentham http://nyc.metblogs.com/2005/03/31/to-the-guy-yelling-on-the-4-train-that-hes-from-heaven-and-was-sent-here-for-our-19-year-old-girls/comment-page-1/#comment-363 ttrentham Mon, 04 Apr 2005 22:02:02 +0000 http://nyc.metblogs.com/2005/03/31/to-the-guy-yelling-on-the-4-train-that-hes-from-heaven-and-was-sent-here-for-our-19-year-old-girls/#comment-363 Greeting from Metblogging Austin. 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. Greeting from Metblogging Austin.

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.

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