In Your FACE

Filed under good times at everyone else's expense, living in new york sucks so hard, my uber-confrontational personality

Last night on 42nd Street, a girl in green velvet pants with patch pockets on the butt rushed by me, her tote bag full of Chinese paper umbrellas slamming into my messenger bag as she passed. I had purposely taken the uncrowded side of the street, so it was especially bothersome that she’d somehow apparently needed to be in the exact spot I was walking in. Two seconds later, she reached into her bag, and her yellow Vitamin Water popped out and rolled across the sidewalk. My gut reaction was to yell, “HAHA!”

Mentally ill?


  1. Cristy says:

    Nope. Right on target!

  2. Noel says:

    Green velvet pants and her tote bag full of Chinese paper umbrellas? Seriously? This is a very striking image to me. It’s making me feel poetic.

  3. If that’s mentally ill, then I am absolutely barking mad.

  4. Sandy says:

    Only if we’re using “ill” in the urban, rap way. Like, “Yo, you ge’in’ mentally ILL”