dispatches from the 2 train

today i was riding the 2 train in bk when a group of young ladies got on the train at the Nevins st stop.  i was immediately intrigued as they did not match the usual station demographic.  they appeared to be part of some late adolescent suburban dance troupe.  they smelled like a six graders wet dream.  diana plazinski in jenny quatrone's closet necking beth lemme.  university of pink sweats and canal st chanel. two were fit, one not so much. all were showing too much skin.  bleached blond arm hair. one had a tramp stamp.   i could not stop staring.  who were these dames?  things got interesting as they got stuck between a mariachi band and the burn victim dude who caries around his post article/picture.  a gentleman who reeked of wit and piss asked one of the coeds for a dollar so that he may procure a bite to eat.  when she ignored him, he pressed on with a "your one pretty deaf white bitch, a hooo hoooo a hoooo hooo." i couldnt help but snicker as i was thinking the same thing.  the gentleman lit what i can only imagine to be a water logged black and mild and started into an improv number that i will take the liberty of naming "pretty lil deaf cracker."   the mariachi band was as confused as the burnt dude with no face.   after a few omgs and that is so rudes the troupe swiftly exited at borough hall, tails tucked.  urine soaked antagonist let out a thunderous belly laugh as he cried out...."them bitches were all right!"