you know, when i lived in chicago, i KNEW what the crazy-people trains were. if you decided to board a blue line train at any point after, say, midnight, and before 5 a.m., you were entering into an unspoken agreement with the transit authority that stated : "yes, i realize i will be surrounded by crazy homeless people, smoking and urinating, for the duration of my stay aboard this train." and, like, everyone understood, and that was fine. new york's not so accommodating; you never know when you just got on the crazy train. see the (presumably schizophrenic) gentleman pictured at left? that's right, he's wearing a mattress pad, tied on with various blanket strips. his turban is made out of a trash bag and two pairs of sweatpants, but HEY! it matches his outfit! this guy was chillin' on the D one afternoon, yelling about jews, and how he was the secret chosen destroyer of the unfaithful underlords of russia or something, and informing us that giuliani lived in the corpses of the black man and such. it was pretty awesome. just thought i'd let you know.

Do you think the mattress pads kept the crazy leaking out of him from staining the outside world?
Posted by: peaches | 2006.01.26 at 18:34