Thursday

Early morning cracktastrophe!

Jeez. Two women almost certainly from the homeless shelter in the old armory; they look middle aged, they're almost certainly my age. These are big women, lively women, and loud. And it gets worse: someone, from kind heart, surplus, or want of a questionable blowjob, has bestowed upon them matching discmen. Maybe all the gals got 'em. These ones suuuure do. And they like em. I know becasue they're talking about how much they like 'em. They're showing off for the crowd, dancing, singing along, swapping, CDs, and maintaining a semblence of conversation over their respective music. I hear lots of "Giiiiirrrrllllll...." One is much bigger than the other, but their shape is identical, hair identical. It's only a question of scale. Obviously, the bigger one is in charge. No matter, the littler one is in charge of the rest of the train. I'm afraid, not for safetly necessarily. No, it's more ethereal than that, but I'm scared. Suddenly one, the bigger one, slaps the other in the chest.

"Girl, this here mah JOINT!"

The littler one removes her headphones and leans in to listen. Suddenly there's an exlposion of activity, movement, both dancing, gyrating at 7 fucking 30 AM on the subway:

"It's gettin' hot in here! So take off all your clothes!"

Jesus, no!