Happy Tuesday! :-/

Gooooooood morning New York City. Ok, yeah…that was a little much. I know…I forced it. I just forced myself to be that cheery and it was obvious. Let’s try this again.

Welcome back to the morning grind New York. Hope you enjoyed the long weekend because the next paid holiday is a long way away. Alright, now I’m depressed.

Well after an extended weekend of gross laziness, I am back in the subway. My line wasn’t set on fire or anything, so I guess that is a good thing. We even managed to survive the West Indian Parade!

I love how tense people get around the ethnic festivities. People always get sooo tense as if there was going to be a huge race riot. Of all the ethnic celebrations in the city, the West Indian Parade is the least of my worries. It is a well known fact that you must smoke weed for 24 hours straight on the day prior to the parade if you wish to participate. So in essence, this is a congregation of people who are the LEAST likley to start a fight.

When was the last time you heard of a group of pot heads starting a riot? (Unless it was to raid the 7-11 for munchies.)

Live from the subway, back to you in studio…