I've been wanting to get a picture of this lady for over 2 years now. It took time, but over the course of several seasons I've been able to witness many incredible things about this magnificent person.

It's the combination of her intriguing ability to act like she's trying to be incognito (face always covered, looking down when she walks) while her keys and her cart clink-clank, and her blinding obsession with tie dye that could wake the dead.

And even more incredible is her 4 inch long toenails (covered here by socks), also painted tie dye, like her clothes and her hair, and probably like everything else in her home.

So I see this haircut and I just gotta take a picture. I pull out my camera, and because I'm in a rush I just snap it assuming the flash is off. It was not. The flash lights up the whole subway car and haircut here starts staring at me, and so does everyone else.

I casually look at my camera, turn it off and put it away. He's still staring at me with that strange plastic hairdo stuck to the top of his head. The train stops, he walks over, flashes the badge in his wallet and angrily states, "You're lucky I'm in a hurry" in what Colyn and I both agreed was a Russian accent.
I say, "Huh?"
He says, "You're lucky I'm in a hurry" as he exits the car.

What was he gonna do? Rambo me? A real cop wouldn't have to look at a subway map, Mr. Electronic- gizmo- wants- so- badly- to- be- someone-special- in- camo- pants- man!

You know what? Fuck Bush. Fuck everyone who thinks the government is there to enforce morals. Fuck all those idiots who think he's the only guy capable of running the war. Fuck the idiots who think the war needs Bush or else it'll start going badly. Fuck the humorless religious nuts trying to stop science because it contradicts their superstitions.

You know what? Fuck Bush. Fuck everyone who thinks the government is there to enforce morals. Fuck all those idiots who think he's the only guy capable of running the war. Fuck the idiots who think the war needs Bush or else it'll start going badly. Fuck the humorless religious nuts trying to stop science because it contradicts their superstitions.

You got your fucking Bush/Cheney for another 4 long years. You are now going to be held fully responsible for the next 20.

Okay, yeah, I posted this guy a few pages ago in a sexy up-skirt shot, but I just had to bring him back.

If you're wondering what he's doing, he's working on a speech he's about to give on the megaphone in Union Square. And I know what you're thinkin' – it must be an important speech if his willin' to get all dressed up all fancy like, with the clean socks and sandals and a flashy pink furry boa.

I don't know if you've ever played this game before but whatever it is it ROCKS! I mean, it's totally the MOST AWESOMEST GAME EVER!!!!

What you do is you take these little contraptions and you fling 'em down at this yellow barricade and, Jesus Christ, I just go crazy when I'm playin' it! I shake my fists over my head and I scream SO LOUD! It's total madness when me and my buddy are playin' this KICK ASS GAME! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

This dude was enormous! I swear I felt the pavement move as he walked by me! I mean, the mother fucker must be seven and a half feet tall when he's hunched and outta those orthopedic shoes!

Well, I'll tell you this much, he was big enough that a small bag wouldn't suffice. That's pretty big... for an old guy.

I've always found it kinda obnoxious to ask for a tip when you're just doing the job you were hired to do. Like, you're so extra good at doing your job that you know you deserve an extra reward for being so exceptionally wonderful at it.

Here, look at this pic. This is what I'm talkin' about.

To me it doesn't get any more amusing than a dumb, suburban, blond, sporto in Capris pants. I mean, look at him! Why don't his friends say something? Why are they just standing there like he's not in Capris'?!?

But I guess it's clear that he's their leader and has already made up his mind to wear them in public. So what can they do? Nothin' I suppose, except stand there and act like they don't notice that their friend is standing next to them in sissy-pants.