Had a walking date with Bianca last saturday at 11 am...exactly a week ago. We hoofed from the same coffee place in Bed-Stuy all the way to the promenade in Brooklyn Heights. She impressed me with her talk and walk. I bought her a Strawberries n Creme from Starbucks. She's only 20 yrs old...can't even legally buy alcohol. Beautiful, wealthy, religious, conservative, young...equals "I wish."
MLB.com called me back in to do some editing work this week. I don't think i fared well. But if they call again, i'll go back. Sporadic employment from them is acceptable for me and i hope for them. The one thing i noticed this week for the first time was the smell of the weekday, morning train. It's different from any other time. Moisturizer, makeup, bathroom products linger throughout each cramped chassis as commuters follow its Manhattan bound course.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Fulton St. BID/ Bianca
Today, i shot with Brian Vines. We covered the story of the BID (Business Improvement District) that has already passed the vote for Fulton St. The BID is somewhat controversial because some say it's just another imposed tax on business owners set up along Fulton St. between Classon and Rockwell Place. Others welcome it's offerings such as its address to safety concerns, sanitation, and marketing for the businesses within its domain. We got some nice beauty shots for B Roll...my signature long shots--or "compression" shots down the barrel of Fulton with various strata of street life all compacted into neat vertical layers within the frame. Whenever the reporter/producer allows me to 'go get' my shots without breathing down my neck over every one, i remember why i chose to be a cameraperson.
But the shoot was highlighted by the chance meeting of a girl patron of a cafe called Michael Allen, where we shot an interview of the owner for his view of the Fulton St. BID. Initially, i just asked her if i could shoot her sitting with her laptop for store B Roll. My circulation had already quickened. I was immediately attracted to her. She obliged happily. Her smile was sincere and inviting. We made small talk, then Brian and i left for the next venue in the story.
I was kicking myself as I drove the BCAT van up to another part of Fulton St.--for not asking her for her number. The way she kept smiling while seeming open to me, I realized i had a real shot at a coffee date with her. Regret had a pitbull grip on my coward ass. Brian appeased me. He said we needed to go back down toward the cafe anyway to get another interview with a different business owner close-by. He assured me, she was still at the cafe and i would be able to make-up for my bygone opportunity and close the deal. I didn't share his confidence--certain that some opportunities only came once.
I drove us back down...passed the cafe. I instructed Brian to keep an eye on the front window of the cafe where she sat about an hour before. Visible to both of us, she was now standing outside on the sidewalk talking on her cell phone. "She's still there!" Brian exclaimed. "See, i told you. Now you can finish what you started."
After we got our next interview, we returned to the cafe where she was sitting again in the same spot where i shot her earlier in the day. I rested the camera on the floor and approached her. She smiled again--the same welcoming smile as before. I asked her if she knew anyone in Brooklyn besides her aunt, who she told me earlier she was living with over the summer between semesters at American U in Washington D.C. She shook her head. "I don't know anyone." It was an obvious open door for me to ask her out. So that's what i did. I got her digits and made everything all better and shook that awful regret and it's firm grip on my ass, which no longer belonged to a coward. Whew.
Her name is Bianca. I hope this to be a long, hot, Bianca summer...
But the shoot was highlighted by the chance meeting of a girl patron of a cafe called Michael Allen, where we shot an interview of the owner for his view of the Fulton St. BID. Initially, i just asked her if i could shoot her sitting with her laptop for store B Roll. My circulation had already quickened. I was immediately attracted to her. She obliged happily. Her smile was sincere and inviting. We made small talk, then Brian and i left for the next venue in the story.
I was kicking myself as I drove the BCAT van up to another part of Fulton St.--for not asking her for her number. The way she kept smiling while seeming open to me, I realized i had a real shot at a coffee date with her. Regret had a pitbull grip on my coward ass. Brian appeased me. He said we needed to go back down toward the cafe anyway to get another interview with a different business owner close-by. He assured me, she was still at the cafe and i would be able to make-up for my bygone opportunity and close the deal. I didn't share his confidence--certain that some opportunities only came once.
I drove us back down...passed the cafe. I instructed Brian to keep an eye on the front window of the cafe where she sat about an hour before. Visible to both of us, she was now standing outside on the sidewalk talking on her cell phone. "She's still there!" Brian exclaimed. "See, i told you. Now you can finish what you started."
After we got our next interview, we returned to the cafe where she was sitting again in the same spot where i shot her earlier in the day. I rested the camera on the floor and approached her. She smiled again--the same welcoming smile as before. I asked her if she knew anyone in Brooklyn besides her aunt, who she told me earlier she was living with over the summer between semesters at American U in Washington D.C. She shook her head. "I don't know anyone." It was an obvious open door for me to ask her out. So that's what i did. I got her digits and made everything all better and shook that awful regret and it's firm grip on my ass, which no longer belonged to a coward. Whew.
Her name is Bianca. I hope this to be a long, hot, Bianca summer...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Times Part 4
Susan and i made a trip from BK to Manhattan today. Nice trip overall. But there's more. Isn't there always? So, i followed her lead to Pearl Art Supplies. She bought some Mylar for future cel-art. She was warned by the floor clerk dude with the beret, "those are heavy metals you know...they are highly toxic." I thought, yeah, so? Then i looked over to Susan, who was testing them out by brushing a little bit of each one onto the anterior part of her thumb. Arggh--glad i didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, as the clerk behind the register rang up her few purchases, the same guy reprimanded me as he made his way across the floor toward then passed me. "Please don't lean against that." I was not really leaning against the swatch display. I was just sort of fake-resting against it, but without putting any weight on it. I adjusted my position to the surly man's satisfaction. He and i made direct eye contact--the silent confrontational kind. I kept stoic. I didn't like him. He didn't like me. He was in a foul mood. I was grumpy. It was a moment made for Hallmark Greetings to positively ignore or pretend never happened.
As Susan and i marched up Broadway, we noticed a lot of stores--the big chains have been closing some of their individual stores--a rash of vacant properties where major franchises once occupied. They sort of rested there for many years, before some surly floor clerk asked them to move. National Wholesale Liquidators, Pottery Barn, Kenneth Cole, Virgin Megastore, Circuit City, Starbucks, Kim's Video--all have had one or more of their stores in NYC close in the past 4 or 5 months. If one were to look back over the past 18 months, one could add Barnes and Noble at Broadway and 9th st. to the list. Since i moved to NYC in late 97, Tower Records, HMV, Nobody Beats The Wiz, and finally Virgin Megastore have all packed up shop completely and headed out of here...no brick and mortar music chain outlets period. If you want to purchase music the old fashioned way--off a physical shelf somewhere, you only have a few independent stores in the village like Bleecker Bob's and Generation to choose from. (I'm not making the case that there is anything wrong or inferior about these stores, because i actually prefer them.)
This is the begininning of: The New, New, New, New, New York...
1. 1996: New New York--Larry Clark's "Kids" movie and Disneyfied Times Square
2. 2001: New New New York--9-11 and aftermath. Giuiliani's Mayoral tenure ends. Bloomberg's administration begins.
3. 2003-2008: New New New New York--Big gentrification psuh--econ bubble and eminent domain. Boxy-looking condos begin sprouting on every corner throughout BK and parts of Manhattan. End of Joe Torre's golden tenure as Yankee Manager
4. 2008-09-beyond: New New New New New York--Beginning of the end. Invincible chain retail outlets close. Serious questions loom with regard to the future of our economy.
After listening to my jaded outlook on the future of society and the continuing automation of humans and humanization of machines, Susan offered to buy me a drink over happy hour. We went to one of those St. Mark's Place, basement Japanese restaurants--trendy interior, friendly Japanese wait staff, deep cocktail menu. I ordered a tofu duck with ginger and a couple Sapporos. After ranting to poor Susan and her generous ear about how we live in a predatory society, i just couldn't bring myself to eat a real duck. Susan got calamari and shrimp appetizers with a couple cocktails. It was good.
I hope the restaurant which appeared to do a healthy amount of business on a Sunday night, is still here tomorrow.
When we finally returned to Susan's, we shared with her husband, Marco how astonished we were by all the vacant retail spaces. He said, "It's the beginning of 'The Big Suck.' "
A few minutes later, as the clerk behind the register rang up her few purchases, the same guy reprimanded me as he made his way across the floor toward then passed me. "Please don't lean against that." I was not really leaning against the swatch display. I was just sort of fake-resting against it, but without putting any weight on it. I adjusted my position to the surly man's satisfaction. He and i made direct eye contact--the silent confrontational kind. I kept stoic. I didn't like him. He didn't like me. He was in a foul mood. I was grumpy. It was a moment made for Hallmark Greetings to positively ignore or pretend never happened.
As Susan and i marched up Broadway, we noticed a lot of stores--the big chains have been closing some of their individual stores--a rash of vacant properties where major franchises once occupied. They sort of rested there for many years, before some surly floor clerk asked them to move. National Wholesale Liquidators, Pottery Barn, Kenneth Cole, Virgin Megastore, Circuit City, Starbucks, Kim's Video--all have had one or more of their stores in NYC close in the past 4 or 5 months. If one were to look back over the past 18 months, one could add Barnes and Noble at Broadway and 9th st. to the list. Since i moved to NYC in late 97, Tower Records, HMV, Nobody Beats The Wiz, and finally Virgin Megastore have all packed up shop completely and headed out of here...no brick and mortar music chain outlets period. If you want to purchase music the old fashioned way--off a physical shelf somewhere, you only have a few independent stores in the village like Bleecker Bob's and Generation to choose from. (I'm not making the case that there is anything wrong or inferior about these stores, because i actually prefer them.)
This is the begininning of: The New, New, New, New, New York...
1. 1996: New New York--Larry Clark's "Kids" movie and Disneyfied Times Square
2. 2001: New New New York--9-11 and aftermath. Giuiliani's Mayoral tenure ends. Bloomberg's administration begins.
3. 2003-2008: New New New New York--Big gentrification psuh--econ bubble and eminent domain. Boxy-looking condos begin sprouting on every corner throughout BK and parts of Manhattan. End of Joe Torre's golden tenure as Yankee Manager
4. 2008-09-beyond: New New New New New York--Beginning of the end. Invincible chain retail outlets close. Serious questions loom with regard to the future of our economy.
After listening to my jaded outlook on the future of society and the continuing automation of humans and humanization of machines, Susan offered to buy me a drink over happy hour. We went to one of those St. Mark's Place, basement Japanese restaurants--trendy interior, friendly Japanese wait staff, deep cocktail menu. I ordered a tofu duck with ginger and a couple Sapporos. After ranting to poor Susan and her generous ear about how we live in a predatory society, i just couldn't bring myself to eat a real duck. Susan got calamari and shrimp appetizers with a couple cocktails. It was good.
I hope the restaurant which appeared to do a healthy amount of business on a Sunday night, is still here tomorrow.
When we finally returned to Susan's, we shared with her husband, Marco how astonished we were by all the vacant retail spaces. He said, "It's the beginning of 'The Big Suck.' "
Saturday, May 30, 2009
BBC vs ABC on browser toolbar
By now, nearly 15 years and some 'change' after i watched the video version of The Manufacture of Consent, the world seems much different. Since then, the internet has proliferated. Our number of news sources has grown. The number of cable channels alone is probably 50 times bigger than it was back in 1994-95ish. We should be thankful for such a broadening of sources of news and information because it suggests the creation of a new outlet for voices previously unheard and uncounted. For those of us who still believe in democratic principles, this is good news!
But wait a second. Of the 300 or 700 cable channels that exist, how many are owned by Rupert Murdoch? How many are divied to Ted Turner? And the rest go to...Viacom, GE, Disney? Hmm...seems suspect.
I just shot an interview about six or so weeks ago with the editor of The Brooklyn Paper. This publication along with 11 or 12 of its other newspapers within 'The Brooklyn Paper' family have been sold to Rupert Murdoch. Brooklyn has one independent source remaining in the world of newspapers--The Brooklyn Eagle.
I just visited my Firefox web browser toolbar. Usually, i don't visit it. It just stares at me as it crowns the 'guts' of the browser and i do a marvelous job of ignoring it. But today, i decided to do something different. I decided to actually look at it and read it. Then i did something even more out of the ordinary--I visited it!
What did i find? I scrolled vertically through the BBC News 'Latest Headlines' tab and found 32 different articles focused on 32 different news topics. After that, i visited a neighbor a few tabs over on my Bookmarks Toolbar crown of the Firefox browser where i found the ABC News: Politics tab. Here, i scrolled down vertically, the same way i scrolled through the BBC News articles and i found 25 articles. Not as many as the BBC News offerings, but close enough that i didn't see any big deal worth being upset about. But upon slightly closer inspection, i noticed that almost every other headline had to do with Obama's latest Supreme Court nominee--Sotomayor. Everywhere down the list, Sotomayor, Sotomayor, Sotomayor. I counted 16 out of 25 headlines having something to do with Sotomayor and/or the Supreme Court.
I'm sure glad that 15 or so years after The Manufacture of Consent, when many Americans and people abroad have increased access to information via the internet and more cable channels, the mainstream, corporate media has decided to up its game! The market has clearly improved our selection breadth and our coverage by the media has broadened to enormous diversity commensurate with this proliferation of information sources.
And isn't it funny. Back in 1995-96, i recall having few conversations about this epidemic involving the monopoly of discourse by the mainstream media. Only the few intellectual elite had the topic on their radar and talked about it over dinner. The remaining hoi polloi paid not even two cents worth of their attention to this topic--it was too esoteric or abstract for them to care. Now, in 2009 the collective consciousness, including both the intellectual elite as well as common, average folk, are more savvy to the fact that our media is not living up to its responsibility to inform the public. Yet, our choices are more diluted and transparently focused on certain political agendas of the rulers of the world more now than ever before.
And people say i'm grumpy because 'that's just how he is...'
But wait a second. Of the 300 or 700 cable channels that exist, how many are owned by Rupert Murdoch? How many are divied to Ted Turner? And the rest go to...Viacom, GE, Disney? Hmm...seems suspect.
I just shot an interview about six or so weeks ago with the editor of The Brooklyn Paper. This publication along with 11 or 12 of its other newspapers within 'The Brooklyn Paper' family have been sold to Rupert Murdoch. Brooklyn has one independent source remaining in the world of newspapers--The Brooklyn Eagle.
I just visited my Firefox web browser toolbar. Usually, i don't visit it. It just stares at me as it crowns the 'guts' of the browser and i do a marvelous job of ignoring it. But today, i decided to do something different. I decided to actually look at it and read it. Then i did something even more out of the ordinary--I visited it!
What did i find? I scrolled vertically through the BBC News 'Latest Headlines' tab and found 32 different articles focused on 32 different news topics. After that, i visited a neighbor a few tabs over on my Bookmarks Toolbar crown of the Firefox browser where i found the ABC News: Politics tab. Here, i scrolled down vertically, the same way i scrolled through the BBC News articles and i found 25 articles. Not as many as the BBC News offerings, but close enough that i didn't see any big deal worth being upset about. But upon slightly closer inspection, i noticed that almost every other headline had to do with Obama's latest Supreme Court nominee--Sotomayor. Everywhere down the list, Sotomayor, Sotomayor, Sotomayor. I counted 16 out of 25 headlines having something to do with Sotomayor and/or the Supreme Court.
I'm sure glad that 15 or so years after The Manufacture of Consent, when many Americans and people abroad have increased access to information via the internet and more cable channels, the mainstream, corporate media has decided to up its game! The market has clearly improved our selection breadth and our coverage by the media has broadened to enormous diversity commensurate with this proliferation of information sources.
And isn't it funny. Back in 1995-96, i recall having few conversations about this epidemic involving the monopoly of discourse by the mainstream media. Only the few intellectual elite had the topic on their radar and talked about it over dinner. The remaining hoi polloi paid not even two cents worth of their attention to this topic--it was too esoteric or abstract for them to care. Now, in 2009 the collective consciousness, including both the intellectual elite as well as common, average folk, are more savvy to the fact that our media is not living up to its responsibility to inform the public. Yet, our choices are more diluted and transparently focused on certain political agendas of the rulers of the world more now than ever before.
And people say i'm grumpy because 'that's just how he is...'
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Blogfest BK 2009 was tonite
I shot Ethel meets Gutbucket this afternoon at BricLab.
Tonite i went with Megan, all 9 months pregnant of her, and Lauren who reported to Dumbo to attend 3rd annual blogfest. Robert Guskind "Gowanus Lounge" was remembered. Gotham spoke on a panel with some other people. Megan moderated. The dots are connecting--beginning to.
I asked Greg Sutton and Jonathan Leif today if i could start producing Caught in the Act. BITs arts show that features 3 field segments per show. That would be a dream gig for me--to shoot, edit, and produce entire segments for a hoppin and happenin art show for local Brooklyn TV. They said yes to the idea. I just don't see how i could be in a more appropriate spot.
Tonite i saw Frank Jump "Fading Ad Blog". By coincidence or not, i think i wrote him into a previous entry as well. He was at Blogfest and we spoke very briefly about Amsterdam. I gave him my business card. Have no idea if i'll hear from him. That would be far out if he could lead me to Amsterdam. He is definitely a smart man and seems like he could be a generous fellow.
They said at Blogfest to start blogging. So here i am. Entry 5.
Tonite i went with Megan, all 9 months pregnant of her, and Lauren who reported to Dumbo to attend 3rd annual blogfest. Robert Guskind "Gowanus Lounge" was remembered. Gotham spoke on a panel with some other people. Megan moderated. The dots are connecting--beginning to.
I asked Greg Sutton and Jonathan Leif today if i could start producing Caught in the Act. BITs arts show that features 3 field segments per show. That would be a dream gig for me--to shoot, edit, and produce entire segments for a hoppin and happenin art show for local Brooklyn TV. They said yes to the idea. I just don't see how i could be in a more appropriate spot.
Tonite i saw Frank Jump "Fading Ad Blog". By coincidence or not, i think i wrote him into a previous entry as well. He was at Blogfest and we spoke very briefly about Amsterdam. I gave him my business card. Have no idea if i'll hear from him. That would be far out if he could lead me to Amsterdam. He is definitely a smart man and seems like he could be a generous fellow.
They said at Blogfest to start blogging. So here i am. Entry 5.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Spiritual Math
Last Monday, i went on a shoot that had us following a carrier of HIV since 1984. Our interest in him was because of this and more primarily or secondarily, his creation of the http://www.fadingad.com/ blog.
This man was interesting in that he seemed to have all his spiritual ducks in a ruler straight line--a long relationship with his husband Vincenzo, a beautiful home near, or in East Flatbush, a brand new recreational vehicle which he and Vincenzo plan on taking on tour to Alaska and back next summer, a house in the Poconos, and his neice is Rosario Dawson. When he told me he experienced the lower east side in his party-prime in the early 1980s, I knew I was in the midst of a godhead. Not only did he know the reference of Klaus Nomi, he knew Klaus Nomi...whayat?!
...and he also does this blog thing called www.fadingad.com/blog.
What kind of threw me...you know, the curve ball, the boomerang, the arc climax, the ironic moment, okay okay, he said his father died at age 56 and that all the men in his family died young. Yet Frank had been HIV positive since 1984 and it's now 2009...i haven't met many HIV carriers to my knowledge or awareness, but we're talking 25 years of survival and full living!
Tis some spiritual math...spiritual math, indeed.
This man was interesting in that he seemed to have all his spiritual ducks in a ruler straight line--a long relationship with his husband Vincenzo, a beautiful home near, or in East Flatbush, a brand new recreational vehicle which he and Vincenzo plan on taking on tour to Alaska and back next summer, a house in the Poconos, and his neice is Rosario Dawson. When he told me he experienced the lower east side in his party-prime in the early 1980s, I knew I was in the midst of a godhead. Not only did he know the reference of Klaus Nomi, he knew Klaus Nomi...whayat?!
...and he also does this blog thing called www.fadingad.com/blog.
What kind of threw me...you know, the curve ball, the boomerang, the arc climax, the ironic moment, okay okay, he said his father died at age 56 and that all the men in his family died young. Yet Frank had been HIV positive since 1984 and it's now 2009...i haven't met many HIV carriers to my knowledge or awareness, but we're talking 25 years of survival and full living!
Tis some spiritual math...spiritual math, indeed.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Feb 12 - State of the Borough Address shoot
It was that night of the year when Marty Markowitz delivers his State of the Borough Address, which meant BCAT would be there to cover it. This time it was held at Kingsborough Community College down in Brighton Beach, which i was sincerely happy to visit. I've always enjoyed shooting down there, and visits there are sparse. The usual suspects were present, give or take a few--Letitia James, David Yassky, Christine Quinn, Marty of course with his wife, and a bunch of other elected officials and distinguished Brooklynites aka wealthy folk.
The whole event lasted about 2-3 hours. There was opening entertainment and then Marty gave his 63 page speech which highlighted the doings and remarkable work of some key Brooklynites who he managed to have on stage with him. After the address, Brian Vines, a BCAT reporter and i went across the way to visit the reception, where there was catered food and alcohol for all the guests. I got some standard reception shots of people picking food off the trays, roundtables where people either mug for the camera or put on their most stern faces to signal they don't want to be shot and that i'm their least favorite person in the whole, entire world at that very moment. I always think to myself, "Yeah, but i don't want to shoot you either, I'm only sticking this camera in your face because my boss wants me to..."
After the night ended, all the equipment--cameras, cables, and other AV miscellany were brought back to the BCAT truck which was parked outside. The Executive Producer--the head of BCAT, offered to give me a ride back to the station along with a few others, including Brian Vines. I accepted.
The ride back was interesting. It occured to me that since i started working for MLB.com, i was out of the social loop at BCAT. The style of communication, the focus of subject matter in conversation, and really the entire social dynamic is quite different. I'd say it's more political because we work directly for the Borough President. But in some ways, the MLB.com gig is more political, just on a more micro level.
Without going into detailed analysis on how the two workplaces differ politically, i would just leave it with, i feel homeless and without a family. This wasn't always the case, but it does seem to be what my story is all about. Or maybe i just feel this way because it's February.
The whole event lasted about 2-3 hours. There was opening entertainment and then Marty gave his 63 page speech which highlighted the doings and remarkable work of some key Brooklynites who he managed to have on stage with him. After the address, Brian Vines, a BCAT reporter and i went across the way to visit the reception, where there was catered food and alcohol for all the guests. I got some standard reception shots of people picking food off the trays, roundtables where people either mug for the camera or put on their most stern faces to signal they don't want to be shot and that i'm their least favorite person in the whole, entire world at that very moment. I always think to myself, "Yeah, but i don't want to shoot you either, I'm only sticking this camera in your face because my boss wants me to..."
After the night ended, all the equipment--cameras, cables, and other AV miscellany were brought back to the BCAT truck which was parked outside. The Executive Producer--the head of BCAT, offered to give me a ride back to the station along with a few others, including Brian Vines. I accepted.
The ride back was interesting. It occured to me that since i started working for MLB.com, i was out of the social loop at BCAT. The style of communication, the focus of subject matter in conversation, and really the entire social dynamic is quite different. I'd say it's more political because we work directly for the Borough President. But in some ways, the MLB.com gig is more political, just on a more micro level.
Without going into detailed analysis on how the two workplaces differ politically, i would just leave it with, i feel homeless and without a family. This wasn't always the case, but it does seem to be what my story is all about. Or maybe i just feel this way because it's February.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Feb 10 morning train
In 12 years of living in NYC, to my recollection limited as it may be, i have not seen a bum on a train or on the street or sidewalk, or anywhere with bugs visibly crawling on them. Last night was the first time for such a sighting. This morning was 'maggot train part 2'. Another vagrant rider with his energy removed from his chassis similar to the guy last night--just enough fuel in him to nonchalantly brush the 'sourdough crumbs' off his lap. i don't want to come off sounding faint of dirt, but what's going on in this town?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Feb 9 shoot
Tonight we grabbed the 1 train heading from Nevins stop in Brooklyn to a Green For Good party in Tribeca--tasteful, friendly and socially responsible types and not short on easy-on-the- eye-female kind. I was proud of myself for keeping my eyes in their sockets the entire evening.
En route to the fine party, a man on the train sat hunched forward. He emitted faint rank, and the lovely Maria and i automatically put some distance between us and him when choosing a seat. After we pulled into the next station, a man sat down between me and the homeless looking man and i had reason to look over now at him as he rocked easy, forward and backward in his pigpen-like cloud of stench. It was then that i noticed the crust on the back of his winter coat which resembled sourdough toast crumbs, however these crumbs weren't stationary--they were very slowly moving. I squinted to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I cautioned to the clean and groomed business type-man who sat between us, "I think that guy has bugs on his back...but maybe I'm just seeing things." Then I turned my attention to Maria and she and I resumed our whatever-conversation. As the train pulled into the next station, the clean man stood up and changed seats as he confirmed my suspicion. Hours later, i still itch.
En route to the fine party, a man on the train sat hunched forward. He emitted faint rank, and the lovely Maria and i automatically put some distance between us and him when choosing a seat. After we pulled into the next station, a man sat down between me and the homeless looking man and i had reason to look over now at him as he rocked easy, forward and backward in his pigpen-like cloud of stench. It was then that i noticed the crust on the back of his winter coat which resembled sourdough toast crumbs, however these crumbs weren't stationary--they were very slowly moving. I squinted to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I cautioned to the clean and groomed business type-man who sat between us, "I think that guy has bugs on his back...but maybe I'm just seeing things." Then I turned my attention to Maria and she and I resumed our whatever-conversation. As the train pulled into the next station, the clean man stood up and changed seats as he confirmed my suspicion. Hours later, i still itch.
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