The most perfect MTA picture ever. A unicorn captured. A fashion victim so magnificent that he could only be found on Los Angeles’ mass transit system. God bless.
This is what the Freedom Riders fought for: an interracial couple that is borderline diabetic. Land of the free, home of the brave.
Hey, it’s me Miklo!
He was worse than this kid. Seriously.
Statler and Waldorff.
And there she was shining like the sun, breaking over morning mountains. Skateboard under cowboyed boot (Why are those wheels so big?). Harmonica in mouth. Sitting, taking a break from guiding other spirits through the multi-dimensional fabric of the universe around us. Spirit guides never looked so good.
Not much else need to be added…
Holy shit! Shananay is real! This must mean the rest if the characters on Martin are real, too. Where’s Pam? Fuck Teisha Campbell, she’s bourgeois. Gimme a mean woman with a fat ass and attitude.
I’m going to Hell for taking these pictures. If for no other reason, for taking this one. I don’t even believe in an afterlife. But, if there were one, taking a picture of this disgusting creature and posting it for your viewing. What the fuck is wrong with people? Not you for gawking, but the confluence of events that occurred to make this side-show a reality.
If you ever see a decent looking white women waiting or riding on the bus in Los Angeles you can bet their foreign. Australian, English, German, otherwise, they all come to LA. They all stay at hostels. And, they all take the 704, its the only bus that goes all the way to the Santa Monica Pier.
I sometimes worry that this will be in 20 years. That I will still be in chucks, jeans, t-shirts and a few tattoos with hair, gray and way too long, still riding the bus. There is some part of me that wonders that I will never make it anywhere other a bus seat and that I will slowly become this guy. I’ll have to kill him of course… because their can be only one.
One of the few places in LA where you’ll see a white guy, a brown guy and a black guy sitting next to each other.
Taken on the 10 west bound.
There are a lot of poor people on mass transit. This gentleman was eating plums out of a Abercrombie & Fitch bag. The plum juice kept spilling on his knee while he looked around in the same way a mouse does when he’s just stolen cheese from the trap and not gotten neck broken.
What you can’t see in this picture in the 3 young kids harassing her. By young I mean all of 13 years old, and they were making comments about this woman that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush. One of these punks asked her if she wanted to know what their “cock smelt like”?
Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect Harmony
Side By Side On My Piano Keyboard, Oh Lord, Why Don’t We?
We All Know That People Are The Same Where Ever We Go
There Is Good And Bad In Ev’ryone,
We Learn To Live, We Learn To Give
Each Other What We Need To Survive Together Alive.
