While waiting at the back of the 59th Street platform for the R train to 95th I looked down and saw several pieces of art that was made with some paint drops, a sharpie and a good mind.

I call the collection, “Monsters”

The Unibrow

The Sad Drunk

The Polynesian Dancer

The Turtle

Based off of this sight I cannot help but think that one lucky guy found out that he wasn’t so lucky Saturday night at the worst possible moment. 

Here’s to you, unfortunate condom dropperer of the N Train.

People who were around in the 60s know vividly where they were when they found out that Kennedy was killed.  Same thing with 9-11, and now, same thing with Michael Jackson.

It was 6:43PM yesterday evening and I was on a Manhattan bound R train. 

The conductor got on the PA system at Prospect Avenue and announced the very sad news.  “Folks, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I felt you all need to know this.  Michael Jackson has died.”

The news shocked everyone, including me.

As if that wasn’t unexpected enough, something even more unexpected happened – I heard the soft voice of the conductor come overhead. 

“It’s close to miiiiiiiiiidnight” 

Yes, the voice on the PA system was singing.  Then the girl sitting across and to the right of me started in.

“and something evil’s lurking in the dark”

More and more, more people began singing together.

Soon enough the 20 or so people in my subway car were singing Thriller along with the conductor. 

It was magical.

Did Michael Jackson break Facebook?

It’s been running all wacky tonight.