I’m going to take a break from the regular routine to be a judgmental asshole for a second. This guy in the yellow tanktop and bandanna represents everything I hate. Him and about 15 other people all get on the EL at 30th Street Station, holding maps about how to get to the Identity Festival. They’re also talking every loudly, swigging Mountain Dew, and recklessly bumping into other people on the train. If the guy sitting next to him looks pissed, it’s because ol’ yellow tanktop over there elbowed him in the chest about four times.
I don’t know what Identity Festival is, but if people like him are going to be there, I’m glad I’m not going to be there.