if this wasnt blurry you chould see the look of fantastical wonder in this man's eyes. "bubbles.... is there anything else as wonderful? no, decidedly not. if perhaps I could drink perrier water tasting the tiny bubbles burst on my parched toungue while I expell these larger luminecent bubbles that would be paradise. right here, on 39th street with all the human garbage littering my view. ahhh yes, these bubbles remind me of my expeditions to see the northern lights. ahhh aurora bourealis in miniture spherical form. this is floating beauty." I have one or two more pictures of the gentleman in question.

summer jobs. hahahahah fuck that my friend.

WHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Bubbles are FUN!!!!!!!! Look how HAPPY I am!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!! (In Soviet Union car drives you!!!!!!!!!!!)

We had a long talk suprisingly, about how ironic T-shirts are primarily a caucazoid afliction. To which I finally said "Your ironic T-shirt does look fantastic on you." To which she said "Fool, I DO fuck women, and if your bitch lives in the city, chances are I HAVE fucked her. Find some irony in that." Then she walked away laughing her loud, loud bawdy laugh until she started coughing. She was sassy and terrifying. I mean look at that smile, hide your bitches.