<p>Yesterday I got cut off by a guy coming out of the 34th Street subway exit. He was all dressed up in the tough-guy threads of a gang banger—baggy jeans, big Timberland boots, do-rag. He’d be intimidating, but I just got off the 8:13 express from Metropark and had enough attitude to take over the big meet in the Bronx in “The Warriors”. Besides, the dude was carrying a bright red Lord & Taylor’s bag that was loaded with neatly folded purple towels for some reason. He might have been packing heat, but he was also packing terricloth . I stepped on his heels, he shot me a look, but my look said “dude, please; you’re carrying towels”. He understood, faced forward and started hoofing it east on 32nd Street. </p> <p>Score one for Rob. </p>
lighting simulationist, crossfitter, former drinker.