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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
subway characters
i was surrounded by a cast of three just now on my way home.
on my right was father time, could also be ole St. Nick except he had a very stern look on his face. he was wearing a too-tight black tee that had writing in multiple languages. actually, he was wearing black from head to toe. tres chic. not really. he had the prerequisite father time beard and thinning bald spot on his head. he had the belly. but he was crabby, perhaps the crazy wind bothered father time today. he had a shopping bag, looked like he hit up the book store except there weren't any books. they looked more like pamphlets. perhaps he just went to the New Museum and picked up some brochures.
on my left was a classic 80's pimp. i can't even come up with an alternate identity because he was spot on. he was wearing a light blue velour sweatsuit. the big ring. the thin mustache. the fedora-esque hat. the longish greasy black hair. the you-better-pay-me-on-time look on his face. i think the only thing he may have missed is some longer finger nails and a lady of the night on his left.
on the right of father time was a little boy sleeping on his mother's lap. completely passed out. completely. father time's shopping bag came precariously close to grazing the little boy's face. mom was not pleased by father time's callousness and quickly shielded the boy's face with his too-large baseball hat. father time managed a weak but genuine smile as an attempt to apologize. once father time got off the train i scooted over to his spot next to the little boy. he slept and slept. i wish i could sleep like that. mom had to move him from one leg to the other, likely that her leg was falling asleep. it was quite adorable how she was looking at home. so adoringly. especially when she was trying to wake him up as their stop was approaching. she nuzzled his very pinchable cheek. put his hat back on and gently patted him in an attempt to stir him from his deep slumber. his eyes were struggling to open and i'm pretty sure every person on that side of the train was amused at their little struggle. her to wake him. he to go back to his peaceful sleep. she propped him up on his feet. he just leaned forward onto her legs. she walked him towards the doors as the train was pulling in and he just swayed and stumbled back and forth eyes opening and closing. and then they got off and that was their moment in my life.
you do realize you can comment on these posts right? i think it's funny that people email and text me to comment on my posts. that's what the comment button is for! but i'll take it either way. :)
on my right was father time, could also be ole St. Nick except he had a very stern look on his face. he was wearing a too-tight black tee that had writing in multiple languages. actually, he was wearing black from head to toe. tres chic. not really. he had the prerequisite father time beard and thinning bald spot on his head. he had the belly. but he was crabby, perhaps the crazy wind bothered father time today. he had a shopping bag, looked like he hit up the book store except there weren't any books. they looked more like pamphlets. perhaps he just went to the New Museum and picked up some brochures.
on my left was a classic 80's pimp. i can't even come up with an alternate identity because he was spot on. he was wearing a light blue velour sweatsuit. the big ring. the thin mustache. the fedora-esque hat. the longish greasy black hair. the you-better-pay-me-on-time look on his face. i think the only thing he may have missed is some longer finger nails and a lady of the night on his left.
on the right of father time was a little boy sleeping on his mother's lap. completely passed out. completely. father time's shopping bag came precariously close to grazing the little boy's face. mom was not pleased by father time's callousness and quickly shielded the boy's face with his too-large baseball hat. father time managed a weak but genuine smile as an attempt to apologize. once father time got off the train i scooted over to his spot next to the little boy. he slept and slept. i wish i could sleep like that. mom had to move him from one leg to the other, likely that her leg was falling asleep. it was quite adorable how she was looking at home. so adoringly. especially when she was trying to wake him up as their stop was approaching. she nuzzled his very pinchable cheek. put his hat back on and gently patted him in an attempt to stir him from his deep slumber. his eyes were struggling to open and i'm pretty sure every person on that side of the train was amused at their little struggle. her to wake him. he to go back to his peaceful sleep. she propped him up on his feet. he just leaned forward onto her legs. she walked him towards the doors as the train was pulling in and he just swayed and stumbled back and forth eyes opening and closing. and then they got off and that was their moment in my life.
you do realize you can comment on these posts right? i think it's funny that people email and text me to comment on my posts. that's what the comment button is for! but i'll take it either way. :)
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