so we returned from VA today. amazing how fast it is now to get from RVA to NYC and back now that jetblue is flying cheap flights and competing companies prices are coming down as well. took some pics, saw some peeps.
i was just informed by tripp that my pics were not showing up in firefox and IE, so im now going back to correct them. so if you’ve been reading this crap i write on here, and you’re interested in seeing some of the crap i draw/illustrate, then you might want to check back on the last few posts, starting with ‘rainbow brite and her minions’.
so i went to megs apt to pick up the dog today, and as i was coming out, getting ready to hit the turnstile, i see 3 black guys who like pretty ragged. homeless i assume. they are standing right inside the turnstile on the train side and the MTA booth is about 30 feet from them. there is a guy in the booth, but i myself didn’t see him until i went thru the turnstile and looked to my left.
so as I am passing these 3 guys standing in a semi circle with their belongings strewn around them on the ground, i nonchalantly observe their conversation and actions. it goes a little something like this:
guy 1: has hand in fritos bag, is eating fritos.
guy 2: standing there talking to guy 3.
guy 3: says ‘man, this shit is bunk.’
this is when i notice that guy 3 has a crack pipe in his hand, and this is the ‘shit’ that he is referring to.
i keep walking, go thru the turnstile, notice the oblivious MTA employee in the booth, and i walk up the stairs to the street. this was at the 14th/6th ave station in NYC.
this was the only moment where i considered for a minute those ads you see and hear everywhere, ‘if you see something, say something’. i definitely saw something, but was it worth saying anything? i decided not. i just didn’t feel like it would make any difference. these guys were trying to get high. they weren’t bothering anyone else, and they weren’t hurting anyone. yes, what they were doing was illegal, but I’m somewhat of an anarchist, so i didn’t really feel like it was my place to go rat on some homeless guys. after all, if i had said something, what would have happened? they might have gone to jail for a night, where they would have a bed for the night, then back on the street to get high again.
whatever. its good to be home again. new york definitely feels like home now. richmond definitely does not. i can only take it in small doses really. 3 days and then after that i start to suffocate. i hope im not starting to sound like some snobby new yorker, but i think there is something about the whole south that really just grates on my nerves. sorry, no art today. more later.