tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785034423063815710.post2774914297125011467..comments2024-03-19T20:29:27.123-04:00Comments on FFanzeen: Rock'n'Roll Attitude With Integrity: Subway Stories, Volume 1Robert Barry Francoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17403914616932689149noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785034423063815710.post-37815370223927605822009-04-21T15:59:00.000-04:002009-04-21T15:59:00.000-04:00Love the two Spanish girls. Hilarious! My favori...Love the two Spanish girls. Hilarious! My favorite part about living in NYC was the subway. I loved to get lost on the trains and end up somewhere bizarre and unfamiliar. <br /><br />Once a). I knew all the trains and where they went without looking at a map and b). where to sit so I could exit at just the right spot...that was the day I knew I was a true New Yorker. I mean, I was raised in Texas and have since moved back to Dallas...but still...I get the subway!Lizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01989369617108906503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785034423063815710.post-53596878524392760692009-04-06T15:29:00.000-04:002009-04-06T15:29:00.000-04:00Thanks for the input, Desiree. I've certainly had...Thanks for the input, Desiree. I've certainly had some interesting moments on the J train when I worked in Bed-Sty for a few months in the mid-'80s. <BR/><BR/>Give my best to Anthony, Ricky (both of Kung Fu Grip, best post-grunge band outta Brooklyn), and Laura, of course.Robert Barry Francoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17403914616932689149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785034423063815710.post-78575141996841776722009-04-06T15:11:00.000-04:002009-04-06T15:11:00.000-04:00~~One Halloween, I was actually coming home from a...~~<BR/>One Halloween, I was actually coming home from a child's birthday party in NJ. I was on the L train going to Brooklyn and it was pretty late. I wasn't dressed up nor drunk but enjoyed the array of costumed drunks on the train. After a few stops, this big black guy starts yelling at this tiny little white girl. He was telling her things such as she needs to know her place and needs to get the hell out of Brooklyn and out of his face. She was calmly trying to tell him that she did nothing to deserve him yelling in her face. But of course he wasn't having it. The guy was getting really close to her and I was scared he was going to do something to her. But everyone seemed to move away instead of closer in an attempt to help her. But then this black guy sitting next to me pulled out a knife. He said "This son of a bitch makes us all look bad, he hurts that white girl and I'm gonna stab his ass."<BR/>I guess he was talking to me and since he had a knife in his hand I just nodded. The girl wound up getting off and the guy a few stops later. So the guy next to me finally put away his knife. <BR/> ~~<BR/>A few years ago, I was on the L train (I lived in Bushwick). This coked up white guy and his prostitute looking girlfriend get on the train. A few minutes later he is giving the finger to everyone. Naturally, everyone ignores him except this little black boy who was the youngest of his group of friends. he must have been ten years old. He starts cursing at the guy saying, "I'm gonna break your fucking finger off if you don't put it away." After a while, me and my friend move down to the other side of the car, in fear that this white guy was gonna get killed or pull out a syringe of some sort and go crazy on everyone. After we moved, the little black boy was like, "You girls don;t have to move, I'll protect you from this honkey."<BR/>I couldn't help but laugh. <BR/><BR/>Of course I have many more, but those are pretty great!Desiree T.noreply@blogger.com