Waiting for the 5, next to a guy wearing all white clothing. Now I'm on, across from a guy who's trying to be cool by playing with his cigarette lighter. Unfortunately for him, he dropped it. On my right, there's a balding guy with dreadlocks.
On the 8 across from a little boy with a lopsided Mohawk and sunglasses. The conversation amongst the passengers has turned to Christmas. "There hasn't been a white Christmas in like seven years, man!"
The guy across from me just had a great idea: "Maybe I'll just get.. like a job or something. But the problem is they keep throwing me in jail."

Ketchup... or BLOOD?

On the E train, next to a girl with a toy unicorn. She says the unicorn hates her hairstyle and that unicorns should be made with curly hair.

At the train station, breathing in the second hand smoke of a former prisoner. She's on the phone with her mother. She's telling her all about how she sent a birthday card to her friend in prison. Yes! The former prisoner and her friend sat down next to me! Turns out he is a former prisoner too. They're talking about parole now. Oh, sad, they got off. I have now been joined by a stinky creepy guy wearing a pin that says, "I sing." He has really long nose hairs. Gross! He's leaning his head back now so I can see straight up! Glad to be getting off now...

The public transportation system in this city upsets me: everything runs on time and regularly, nothing breaks, all the people on the buses and trains just sit there and mind their own business, nobody gets into fights, nobody has loud inappropriate phone conversations, nobody dresses in clothes that make you want to ask if they think they're in Disneyland, nobody you don't know tries to talk to you. I find myself continually asking, "what is wrong with all these people?"

At the train station in the rain, next to some crazy old man that keeps grunting and growling like an annoyed dog. He's not saying any real words as far as I can tell.

On the D train, across from a guy wearing a yellow shirt and a paperclip necklace. He is crocheting a blue hat. That makes a lot of sense. It's only ninety degrees outside.