Holding his satchel on the R, Manhattan bound.
1 Train from South Ferry.
1 Train.
He was reminiscent of a heavy set Conan O'B rien although a bit paler in the hair. His big brown andwhite jacket with the red stripe seemed to go on forever. I liked it though, it was fun- like color by numbers on the R back to BK.
Head down in book, could still notice the annoyance at the guy to her left sitting way to close and reading his paper in her direction on a half empty train. No matter as it got cozy on that 3 pretty quick.
Stocky older dude with streaked blacked silver and all slicked back and looking lie some sorta wiseguy. 'Cept he was reading AM New York or 1 of those free papers, if he was connected i'd a figured a daily news, or maybe a post....
Dropped the car at the mechanic after long weekend working about oxygen sensors and related things. Doodled a sign at Prospect Ave. for a minute til the R rolled in.
On the R.
Funny juxtaposition of tiny kid next to big woman (no relation).
Liberal use of a China marker to cover up the remnants of now painful work project notes riding to Chambers street.
Expanding margin doodles of my fellow 1 train passengers to Houston street.