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So I was on the subway this morning on my way to work and this giant superthug sits down across from me. This guy was the whole works- hat with a gold dollar sign stitched into it, oversized crimped leather jacket with the dumb patterns all over it, cheap $20 jeans from R.A.G. or somewhere and Timberlands with the front of the jeans legs tied under the shoelaces, an urban "fashion" trend that looks idiotic and truly mystifies me. So Thugalicious sits down opposite me and puts on his headphones and starts grooving to something that, upon looking at him, one would assume to be the sweetest, sexiest, most groovy awesome song ever. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his whole upper body was engaged in the head bop, and he started air guitaring. But it looked like he was playing an ACOUSTIC air guitar, because it looked like he was trying to air-fingerpick. THEN the train stopped making so much noise and I could hear what was coming out of his headphones: "I don't wanna wait for our liiiiives to be overeerrrr..." Apparently Dawson's Creek is popular among NYC's rougher element...
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