This is one persistent begger/homeless man: I switched subway cars to avoid his rage and his smell, and he just so happened to come into the next car to continue his angry rant as to why it is a blessing to help HIM. Fuck that!

Just witnessed an actual bitch fight

One thing that is most enjoyable about grocery shopping is taking notice of all the eyes prying into my bags.

Bless the Yankees and all the sexy straight men who are heading home on the 4 tonight.

Just because it started to rain, does not excuse you to carry a bag that smells of coffee and mildew on the subway

Just saw two lesbians at the bodega buying toilet paper and $5 Latina porn.

groceries!!!!!

I got a chance to finally go grocery shopping!

It's such a strange fun, to pick out things that you like to eat, and bring them home. I went to the TJ's in downtown BK. The selection was poor, but the people were entertaining. "Free samples" means you attract the most obnoxious of people, including this fat man who ran over the woman immediately in front of me on line just to get a nibble of brownie truffle and a sip of coffee. This initiated a conversation (which seemingly always occur between strangers and me) about the lack of consideration induced by the word "FREE." She guarded my stuff while i went to get some brownies and truffles, and i returned the favor when she went to be a sample hunter/gatherer.

There's something fantastic about food and well food shopping. You can tell a lot about a person just by peeking into their bag: what they can/cannot eat, how many people they are feeding, if they have a certain allergy, etc...
for example, it is obvious that she went to the open-air market in Union Square, and that she prefers veggies that aren't tampered with. She picked up a strange herb (over on the left), and perhaps watching her figure (the free-range organic poultry sausages at the bottom of that bag).

These were mine. What does this bag say?

J'ouvert

J'ouvert, the pre-cursor to Carnival (the West Indian parade that occurs on Labor Day) was insane.
Great music, great food.

It was a spectacle, despite the fact that we were the outsiders being looked at as just that. "You don't belong here" was the choice of words from many a person to us, just because we were curious and not black...

An ID lost during the festivities. Shamara Champaynie, I hope you found your ID

Have you ever witnessed a large flock of Jews running like it was the apocalypse? Check the station on Kingston ave (in Crown Heights) just before sundown. lol

What's worse, that I passed out on the subway to be woken up by half the train to give up my seat to a handicap woman, or the unwillingness of any of the other seated passengers to give her their own seat?

On the 4, homeward-bound during rush hour. The cars were slowly clearing up as we departed from Union Sq. A woman willingly gives up her seat and I did not hesitate to sit down. Innocent, right? Well the reason she was quick to get up as it turns out was because the gentleman who was sitting next to the now empty spot, smelt as if he had crapped himself. Disgusted by this (and slightly offended by the fact that this woman failed to mention anything about this human turd), I had to willingly give up my seat and move elsewhere

Tonight's crazy person was yours truly, who spent the last 40 minutes laughing out loud reading chelsea handler's "my horizontal life" on a Brooklyn-bound 4.