09-02-2008, 07:07 PM
I was on my way to work earlier today, getting on the subway at my Brooklyn subway stop.
I saw a 20-something-ish hipster-ish white guy on the train with long, somewhat matted
hair -- at first, I thought they might have been dreadlocks. He was wearing filthy pants and
a similarly filthy wife-beater t-shirt, had lots of tattoos on his arms, a bulging backpack,
and was acting dazed and nodding out while sitting in a way I recognized as being
characteristic of heroin addicts in public. I'm guessing from the condition of his clothes,
he was probably homeless. While nodding, he was fumbling with his recent-generation
teal-blue iPod Shuffle. He got off at the same stop I did, walked to the same uptown train
platform, and as I waited for my train, he shambled along the platform, stopped and stood
in one spot, and shuffled a little bit as he held his iPod Shuffle, the white cords of his
earbuds dangling down from his impaired brain to his precious little device, as if doing a
sad parody of the silhouetted iPod dancers in commercials. The train came, I got on, and
lost track of him.
iPods truly are for everyone.
I saw a 20-something-ish hipster-ish white guy on the train with long, somewhat matted
hair -- at first, I thought they might have been dreadlocks. He was wearing filthy pants and
a similarly filthy wife-beater t-shirt, had lots of tattoos on his arms, a bulging backpack,
and was acting dazed and nodding out while sitting in a way I recognized as being
characteristic of heroin addicts in public. I'm guessing from the condition of his clothes,
he was probably homeless. While nodding, he was fumbling with his recent-generation
teal-blue iPod Shuffle. He got off at the same stop I did, walked to the same uptown train
platform, and as I waited for my train, he shambled along the platform, stopped and stood
in one spot, and shuffled a little bit as he held his iPod Shuffle, the white cords of his
earbuds dangling down from his impaired brain to his precious little device, as if doing a
sad parody of the silhouetted iPod dancers in commercials. The train came, I got on, and
lost track of him.
iPods truly are for everyone.
