I think for this post, “Only in New York” is all that needs to be said. Except that I should point out that what you can’t see in the photo (because I was trying to be inconspicuous) is that he also had a little dog with its hair died pink in his bag. Oh, and that every few minutes, he gazed at his reflection in the car window across from him and played with his pink ponytail and forehead jewels until they looked just right. And he was serious the entire time. Um…yea.