L-Train Recap

What was on the L train today? Hm…

Well, there were the Skrillexes. Minty-dyed pastel weaves. Inflatable plastic surgery lips. Septum rings…

Preppy couples scrunched side-by-side but indifferently looking away…

Chihuahuas and Pomeranians tucked in collapsible Prada travel bags, with bladders about to burst…

Homeless. Singers. Music-listeners. Fidgeter-dancers listening to music, twisting their vinyl, Etsy backpacks into this annoyed woman’s face.

Talkers and listeners. Conspicuous lovers and face-suckers, in their overpriced, yet slightly ripped concert T-shirts — who already required a shaded space of grass to make-out like 15-year-olds at 9:32 a.m. even though they are in their late 20s.

Tattoos. Oh yes. We’ve got so, so many tattoos. Betty-Boop. Outlined stars, hearts, and circles. Religious symbols. Some fish swimming around that man’s arm. A pair of scissors.

And anime tattoos. On that woman’s legs. Who spilled coffee all over my pants.