Another report from your faithful Barçi correspondent, L.A. Bea.:
Tall young blonde guy just spotted crawling out of the metro stairs at Plaza Catalunyas. His mouth and the area around it smeared with red lipstick. He was looking confused and initially offended by the brightness of the early morning sunlight but overall pretty happy.
Tall young blonde guy just spotted crawling out of the metro stairs at Plaza Catalunyas. His mouth and the area around it smeared with red lipstick. He was looking confused and initially offended by the brightness of the early morning sunlight but overall pretty happy.
This is L.A. Bea reporting live from Barçi.
Just overhead the following:
¡AJJ!
¡Nada, nada, nada! ¡No! ....eso a mí me trae sin cuidado....
Ah, sí, eran 40 preguntas...¡Ah, a tomar por culo, hombreeeee!!! No, no, yo las preguntas esas me las paso por ahí....
¡¡¡Ajj, no, no, si yo no tengo hambre, tia!!! Me comí un KebaK de esos al mediodia...
At 06:24 sharp this a.m., the presence of a fellow commuter shook me out of my deep sleep. He was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt-no doubt to show off the various tatoos that surrounded the huge big mama one of a skull, stone washed jeans, an oversized square watch with thick black leather band, yes, with spikes and all the while reeking of baby powder cologne. Aww.
Barefoot on BART (submitted by N.M.)
This is for my little buddy, Miss Celina Martinez. On the green line at 07:22 this am. Two youths embracing each other, reflecting, resting. Ok, they were asleep. Surely, they were riding back into the city after the carnival festivities in Sitges. At best, I guessed they were dressed as some sort of mutant rappers...baggy clothes, with matching fake gold dollar bill medallions around their necks. What all caught my attention was that one of them, not the bleached blonde one, was sporting a recently shaved franciscan monk do. Not too a professional job at that. I suppose somebody was in for a very rude awakening. Kids. (Submitted by C.B.R. from Barcelona, Spain)
Bay Area folk take their low-priority marijuana enforcement laws seriously, as I observed one weekday afternoon in August. A young man, seated in the prime wheelchair-priority seats facing the doors, did not even raise his eyes from a deeply focused joint-rolling when the doors opened and I walked in. He continued doing this for the duration of all the downtown San Francisco stops. By the time we arrived in West Oakland, he was successfully hollering across the train to a girl sitting behind me, for whom he quickly gave up his prime seating and rolling project. (submitted by N.M.)
Heard on the 2 train: "I ain't in a hurry to sit down. People do all kinds of shit on the train. If you standing, you see it all. If you sit down, you might miss something..." (submitted by N.M.)
I was on the train with a guy who was talking to his mom on the phone whilst perusing a bag of porn films. (Submitted by I.E.G.)
