ok, it goes without saying, central square is “special“. but not because anything about it is particularly spectacular or anything, or positive. rather it’s old-lady-peeing-on-the-bench-next-to-you special, hobo-fights-on-the-T special, crazy-lady-screaming-on-the-street-in-broad-daylight special, poop-on-the-7/11-door special. and after last night: “dude break dancing on the fuckin’ T” special. which, i guess, all things consider is better than the possibility of stepping in nefarious bodily fluids when you walk around the square.
so last night, on the long-ass subway ride home, this dude hops on at central and starts shouting in a chris tucker-esque voice about his “performance piece”. of course, i’m doin the standard read-a-book-and-ignore-everyone procedure for riding on public transit, and not listening to his repeated instructions to clap and donate something to his knapsack of questionable content if we enjoy the “show”.
on the scale of one to fucked-the-fuck-up, this guy isn’t as insane or dangerous as some of the other freakshows that have had episodes on the damn train. and why is it the redline is always the one with all the extra specials?
so yeah, he just completely twerked it out with some possibly dangerous gymnastics to old ass michael jackson songs.
on the subway. while it was moving.
what the fuck, boston?
incidentally, there was some clapping going on.
