a late night offering

what's there to offer tonight except glimpses into the inner workings of the lives of the metroriders, the contemplative birkenstock wearing activist girl, the evening shift maintenance guatemalan off to his modest rooms in mid-bklyn, the drunk couple headed home from an evening of pabsts and miller lites on tap, a lawyerly type serious with his wsj, the couple of latinas with talk of que chulo es su culo or some shit, and me the observant fool who looks like some kind of smiling discerning maddie to the rest who are making their own speculations about my life (or not, as I'm not the center of this world of course)

and disclaimer friends: these glimpses are all speculations based on the facial expressions of the metroriders, so they are by no means reflective of the real roilings in the lives of these subjects...good night friends