Guy Across From me on the 135

Hair: matted and red
Facial hair: two pointed beard
Piercings: bridge of his nose
Skin: lots of tattoos, some highly rude political opinions
Clothing: community college psych club t-shirt, ripped up jeans
Jewelry: rubber ducky necklace

Waiting for the 44 bus, next to a guy smoking French vanilla drink mix out of a pipe.
On the 44 next to a guy with a triple Mohawk-- neon green on the sides, black in the middle.

Listening to a phone conversation on the 135. A guy in the back is saying, "excuse the way I look; I didn't put lotion on today... are you almost here? You're pulling up?"
The driver is now letting whomever this dude is talking to onto the bus. "Honey, the guy you're talking to is sitting back there."
The phone conversation concluded with, "She's only 17!? I'll try to use more-- less F language around her, shoot!"

On the H train. The gal in front of me is wearing sunglasses. The end of one eyebrow sticks out over the rim but the other is completely hidden. Are the glasses lopsided, or her eyebrows?
On the 135 next to a guy with red and black striped hair and a grim reaper tattoo.

On the H train, sitting across from a girlie boy or a boyish girl, not sure which. S/he is in pink scrubs, with dark brown hair on the left of his head and bleach blond on the right. S/he has tattoos of fishes on both arms.
Now at a very ghetto station where an old man is giving me a creepy stare.
On the D train. The guy across from me is spraying himself all over with... something. Whatever it is, it doesn't smell pleasant.

On the H train. Very crowded. I'm next to a bald guy with a bright red beard and a pierced wrist. On the 135 again. I learned another difference between the bus system in this new city and the bus system in the city I previously lived in. If you take a nose dive getting onto the bus as if you're not embarrassed enough, the driver calls you out, has you fill out a form saying you won't sue the city and you don't need medical attention, then he gives an optional form to everyone else on the bus to give their own review of what happened. I know whoever is reading this is thinking it was me who fell, but it wasn't. Not that anyone will believe that. However, I have made the mental note to never fall down on the bus here.

First off: I moved. New city, new buses, new crazy people, and extremely comfy bus seats, oh my goodness this is better than my couch. I am on the 135 bus on my way to a train station.
Everyone so far has been disappointingly well behaved.
On the E train and despite all the empty seats, this old man is standing at the end of the aisle, not holding onto anything, and staring blankly ahead. He is creeping me out.

On the 8, surrounded by a bunch of stinky sweaty people. An old lady just got on. She's wearing a rainbow winter hat and ski gloves, because it's only 90 degrees outside. But now that she's in the cool air conditioned bus, she's taking her gloves off. That makes a lot of sense.
The guy next to me is having a strange phone conversation. "Show him the fence and give him a smack on the nose. ....don't show him the money."
On the 140, next to a guy who seems to have an entire arachnoid identification system tattooed across his body. He also has four nose piercings and three lip piercings. How on earth does he blow his nose?