so... here i am... yet again... on a damn "bench" or whatever they want to call this in the canal st. R station [nyc]. i had to come all the way to the damn front, because where everyone enters, is packed w. tourists who apparently need signs to tell them to move the fucking feet anywhere except on the tracks. they get in, and its like deer in headlights. they just freeze!!. upon arrival their feet become magically super glued to the platform. then... the "tourist chatter" begins. i wonder what they're saying to each other... (O.o) . conversation is probably something like...

tourist 1: hey, should we uh... you think we should maybe move? its kind of crowded here.

tourist 2: oh... no. maybe we should stay here. it seems this is where the tourists stand.

tourist 3: we're all standing here looking like herded cattle. what should we do? I'm sure they're looking at us saying "look at these dumb asses".

punky: look at these dumb asses [proceeds to walk past cattle]...


you got to love tourist. they're so cute and innocent and stupid. but, its fun being a tourist. i love being in the cattle herd when i go out of town. except after 10 minutes, i guess the new yorker in me kicks in, nd I'm running around as if i own the damn city lol. anyway, trains here. gotta go .... [trips over cattle into train]. . . punky|urban|terrorist