shortly after stepping on the 4 train this morning, a big black dude burst through the car doors and erupted into song. song of choice: "i believe i can fly."
he had a pretty good voice, actually. soulful. rich. but i giggled. i couldn't help myself. over the din of the train and his deep vibrato, all i could really hear was this:
"pee pee"
"poo poo"
"i'm going to pee on you, pee on you ... drip all over you ..."
while images of dave chappelle dancing around with a bucket of urine kept repeating themselves in my head.
at the end of the song, mr. r kelly incarnate got a round of applause from the car, no small feat given that it was 9:45am and everyone was deep in grumpiness of their morning commute. and you know what he said?
"thank you for smiling. '07 is the year of the smile."
pee pee and smiles. only in new york.
