When I was at GDC, and again this week on vacation, I had the opportunity to ride the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit), and I am quite sure that Wren and Brasse could ride it without getting a second look.

Every person in the comic is one I actually saw. Well, ok, the people outside the window were stolen zombie scene photos that I am sure I will get sued for using, but they are pretty close to the traffic at the stations, hehe.

From left to right:

I wasn't sure if this guy thought he was Jesus or a member of the Jedi order, but he wore his hand-woven jute robes well.

The woman who talked loudly and endlessly on her cell phone throughout the 45 minute trip clearly had her fiberglass dress sprayed on. In many ways, she was the scariest of all. I am sure if someone had asked her to lower her voice, she would have skewered them with her perfectly manicured, three inch vorpal talons.

The Rastafarian who mumbled in his sleep, "Ya mon" and "Is all coo." Now that I think about it, maybe he was talking to the little creature that lived under his hat. He had soooo much hair. When he magically awoke at his stop, he stood up to reveal that his dreadlocks went down the full length of his back. I bet he has never been to a barber.

(more to come, but we have to go off to run the school ice cream sale in our piratey outfits, acording to Wren. I bet we will be noticed there. Probably banned from approaching closer than 100 yards too.)

I am back and we didn't get arrested! Now then, where was I?

Ah right. The fourth chap not only looked scary, with many unusual piercings and tattoos, but he stared intently ahead and kept jerking his head as if keeping beat with a loud, edgy song on his mp3 player... only he didn't have one.

Next up, the guy who walked onto the train with his voluminous hoodie pulled down over his face. Not really sure how he manages to see where he is going. He kept his hands inside his sleeves and did his best Nazgul impersonation throughout the trip. I strained to hear if he whispered the name "Baggins", while those not familiar with LoTR were probably trying to decide if he was a terrorist or just badly hungover.

Just some dwarf and elf, nothing to see there.

The very smelly sports fan with huge-assed pants falling down ever so fashionably, revealing brown and olive patterned boxers. Did I mention he was really smelly? And PROUD of it. The rock in his ear set someone back a lot of cash - probably his momma. My guess is she had to cut back on the bubble bath and soap in order to make ends meet after that.

The tiny, frail, 115 year old Mongolian grandmother in ten layers of colorful clothing. She smiled and talked to invisible things often. I liked her a lot, and I bet she can weild that cane like nobody's business. She certainly didn't use it to walk with - she carried it instead of leaning on it.

The classy looking guy in a spotless tuxedo... and velcro running shoes. I had no clue what he had in the mahogany box that he clutched so tightly, but it didn't look big enough to hold his shiny suit shoes. Perhaps his white-knuckle stance was due to his wondering what the hell he was going to do when he GOT to the black-tie affair without proper shoes.

Welcome to San Francisco!

And the people outside the train windows? Well, I was too lazy to draw them all, and besides, we just watched "Shaun of the Dead" here and I had to have an excuse to allude to it. Damn good film, as is the second feature from the same crew, "Hot Fuzz". Rent the first, and the second may still be in a theater near you.

Wren and I are now off to see "Pirates of the Caribbean III" at the theater (see, there was a REASON we were in our piratey outfits!)... be well!

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