Day 355: Mysteries

Those pants on your head
Tell us something about you
But I'm not sure what

Day 354: On the Brink

Crack that blasted gum
One more time in my left ear
And I will end you

I am not a violent person, but we all have our limits.

Day 353: Jamaica, Queens; 3:30 PM

High schoolers unleashed
Pushing, shrieking, holding hands
An orgy of youth

Day 352: Impromptu vase

A bright green rain boot
Full of pale pink peonies
Wrapped in cellophane

Day 351: Sugar rush

A tall twitchy man
Paces, holding a large cake
Grumbling to himself

Periodically he would get very angry and pantomime throwing the cake onto the tracks. For reasons I can't quite explain this made me incredibly nervous.

Day 350: Methinks the lady doth protest too much

Their braces glinting
Precocious pre-teens gossip
About who has crabs

Kids grow up so fast.

These boys and girls were in vociferous agreement that a female classmate (not present) has crabs. Their reason? The poor girl got really upset when this group told the entire middle school that she has crabs. A sure sign of guilt.

Day 349: Friggin' Hipsters

We get it. You're hip
Even without the giant
PBR tote bag

Just in case we didn't get the message from her skinny jeans and ironic shop teacher glasses, her ironically huge Pabst Blue Ribbon bag lets us know that she is a card carrying hipster. This ironic bag is perfect for ironically carrying the ironically bad beer that she will ironically consume while ironically checking the balance on her ironic trust fund.