You: wearing white v-neck T-shirt and backwards baseball cap in the style popular for young people of the 90s, as if to say, “Yes. I am hip.” Your glasses matched those of the 9-year old beside you, who I assume was either your son or the result of America’s first successful clone of a human being. Your patchy facial hair screamed, “Asians are men too” and oh, how I heard it.
I was sitting across from you on the A train, in a red bandanna and paisley eye patch. I couldn’t help but notice your deconstructed CPU with missing side panel, and metal alloy baseball bat. I wondered if you shared my enthusiasm for the destruction of outdated computer parts. My other interests include dried meats, vaccuum packing my underwear, and creating mosaic art with frozen vegetables. Let’s connect over some uncooked ramen and dismantled hard drives.
