a compilation of small but necessary details from one last stop (no spoilers)
- she spent twenty minutes explaining to a drunk man why he couldn’t order a bratwurst and, failing that, why he couldn’t do pelvic floor exercises on top of the bar.
- Tonight, it’s a table of men in leather dusters loudly discussing the social scandals of the local vampire fetish community. They sent back their first order of pancakes with a demand for more chocolate chips and did not take kindly to the Count Chocula joke August attempted. They’re not leaving a tip.
- half-formed theories like hot zombie? and marty mcfly??? Her bedspread is burritoed around her like a foil shock blanket on a plane crash survivor
- August looks up at a pair of briefs—cartoon teeth on the crotch and UNLEASH THE BEAST
- He’s watching August douse her fries in Cholula with an extremely New England expression on his face.
- Niko’s signature look of mild constipation is taking over his face,
- it’s an old train, burnt orange seats with FUCK REAGAN scrawled down the side in faded marker.
- a homemade cross-stitch that says BIG DICK ENERGY IS GENDER NEUTRAL
- surveying her domain of deconstructed cash registers and jukebox parts like a steampunk Tony Stark in a leather skirt.
- Isaiah opens the door wearing a top hat, leather leggings, and a violently ugly button-down.
- Jesus figurines dressed in homemade drag
- Wes reclined across Isaiah’s kitchen table like a Renaissance painting,
- She slams back out of her room and into the hall, almost getting a faceful of Niko’s cactus. “Careful! Cecil is sensitive!”
- picture of Garfield surrounded by cartoon hearts and says I’LL BE YOUR LASAGNA .
- sweet potato titty tassels and an apple pie g-string.
- Wes says to Jane, who boops him on the nose.
- bouncer looks like Jason Momoa with Easter bunny ears
- petite tattooed twenty-somethings Wes refers to as “Bushwick twinks,”
- surly goths in perfunctory Halloween headwear.
- I don’t think I’m allowed back on Long Island after I dropped that jar of spiders on the LIRR
- lipstick graffiti that says GENDER IS FAKE and JD MONTERO REARRANGED MY GUTS,
- August shoots a finger gun back
- I was riding the Q with my son on Wednesday evening when a short-haired mid-twenties woman approached us and offered my son a pin from her jacket. It was a 70s-era gay pride pin, clearly a well-loved antique. My son is 15 and hasn’t had the easiest time at school since coming out earlier this year. Her act of kindness made his whole week. If you’re her, or you think you might know her, please let me know. I’d love to thank her.
- blowing up a ten-foot inflatable cat with sunglasses and an electric guitar.
- gendered bathroom signs to cover with pictures of breakfast foods.
- August watches two girls nearby go from making out to viciously arguing and back to making out in the span of four seconds.
- The tires on Gabe’s Tesla may or may not have been slashed by a fish-shaped knife before his errand to keep him busy for a few hours.
- the queen who is sometimes Winfield takes the stage in a magenta beard and performs an elaborate socialism-themed number set to a mix of “She Works Hard for the Money” and clips from AOC speeches.
- full-tilt, balls-to-the-wall, someone-getting-a-tattoo-of-Chuckie-Finster,drag-king-named-Knob-Dylan-doing-a-full-gymnastics-routine shitshow
- who’s casually buffing her nails on her fake tits.
feel free to add on