Smackie the Frog

I’ve had some more crazy shit happen on the subway that I thought I’d share with you. I’m not sure how interesting it actually is, but I’ll share them anyway.

Story the first:
The scene – the 59th street subway station. I’m waiting for the subway, minding my own business, when a guy in blue FUBU attire starts ranting and raving. Of course, I listen to my iPod so as to avoid contact with other people, so I wasn’t sure what he was saying. He was very animated, though, so for this guy I decided to actually listen to what he was saying.

This guy was VERY angry. Very angry because we are all leading hedonistic lifestyles. We only care about sins of the flesh, and not Jesus. Nothing very special about that. But then he started ranting against the various races. Again, not so special. Racists are everywhere. What set this guy apart was that the race he seemed to have the most distaste for was Albinos. I didn’t even know Albinos were considered a race, but I certainly have never heard anyone actively rant AGAINST them. It was truly a bizarre experience.

Story the Second:
Going home one night on the C train I was greeted to the lovely phenomenon of the train just stopping. Not at a station. Just in the middle of nowhere. Normally this would have pissed me off enough. But then a guy who was either really happy, or really mentally slow, decided to start singing as loud as he could. His two favorite songs were the “Halleluia Chrous” and “Stand By Me,” which he alternated back and forth between. To make it better, he clapped along, very loudly and very percussively. That was great. But not the greatest thing. Oh no. Not even close.

About halfway through his serenade a woman came into the car. She was half dressed and throwing up on herself. She proceeded to walk to each person in the car and stand in front of them for a few minutes holding her hand out asking for money. While throwing up on herself.

Finally, after being stuck in this situation for an hour and a half, I got off the subway before my stop and walked home.

At least I really love it here to make up for stuff like this.