FREE BOUNCY RIDE OF THE WEEK
See you next week for another Free Bouncy Ride
I’d much rather descend into the dark and drippy caverns of the NYC subway system and encounter half-humorous, half-disturbing shit like this than have to deal with driving every morning. I can’t imagine doing that every morning—those who do are truly special…(ed).
I’ve watched the best minds of my generation destroyed by mindless commuting back and forth from cubicle coffins…
The only time they spent alone was in a car, battling traffic.
No wonder the commuters hate the city…they fight so hard to get there and the version they get is Penn Station’s rabbit warrens, or the psychotic glimmer of the Port Authority. Everything is rush, rush, rush…stuck in crowds of people who are doing the same—wearing identical clothes and identical grim countenances. They flow in the river of people towards the subways—I remember being already on the train when we got to 34th street, and watching them come on with their determined faces and overstuffed laptop bags. They are missing out on a great New York moment—which is riding the trains without a bag and nothing in your pocket except your metro card and a couple of dollars.
Sit back and if there’s room stretch your arms out on either side—feel the cool plastic of the seat against your ass and the rattle of metal over your head.
Fuck a car!
