At the start of the A train, Manhattan, 207th St.
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Subway Subculture has arrived.
Finally, subwaysubculture.com is up and running.
We have seen the light, and now, we are here.
>Go Giants
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>Armadillo on Ice in Chinatown
>This is one of the greatest “only in New York” pictures I’ve ever seen. A friend of mine saw a strange creature on ice at a fishmonger in Brooklyn’s 8th Avenue Chinatown.
How did it get there?
My scenario: There was a truck driving food from the Southwest, or Mexico, where a hapless armadillo accidentally got on board. The animal made it to Chinatown, where puzzled, some shopkeeper just decided to do what he did with everything else: put it on ice and sell it.
>beautiful post for a rainy, grey morning
>from Lisa, in Brooklyn:
“I made the train a romantic ride for all this morning”
>truth?
>For those of us searching for it, here are some options
>Quote for the day…
>Today, government is a lot like the subway. We tend to give the crazy person what he wants.
-Bill Maher
>Subway Humper
>So I sit down on the subway. The train is crowded, but I take the one seat next to the guy who’s drinking. I’m tired.
This gentleman has a neck brace on, has clearly broken his nose a number of times, and is drinking with a straw from a can in a paper bag. He smells like beer, not body odor, just beer.
We’re two express stops in when he starts groaning gently.
Soon, he stood up and starts gyrating around the the pole. He takes his neck brace off, sips his beer through his straw, and starts humping the railing.
Yes. A Subway Humper.
The picture isn’t the best, but it’s the best I could do with my phone camera–being that I was in the seat right next to the guy…..
>Hoodlums of yore….
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>Everything is fine
>Trustocorp in Brooklyn
