It was one of those nights again. The L Train decided to completely stop running for a weekend and thereby creating a chaotic mix of frustrated New Yorkers and lost tourists. I was staying off Bedford in Williamsburg for a gig. The L Train is conveniently located a block away from my building, but since it was down I had to walk about a mile to use the J Train to get home. Oh wait it was one of those nights. The J Train also wasn’t running! Yay that meant I got to take the R Train, which goes way south of where I wanted to be.
Ironically I’m glad this detour happened. On the ride back home I encountered three hooligans jumping around and swinging off the rails in the cart. I enjoyed their spunk and ask if I could photograph them.