So there I was -- two Friday's ago -- daydreaming my way home on the "F" train after my darkroom class. And there - across from me - was someone who looked suspciously like Michael Barrish. It might not have been him -- hell, I don't even *know* Michael Barrish. But this guy had a passing resemblance at least. He was fast asleep, so I inspected him, head to toe, all the way from the Lower East Side to Prospect Park. All the time I'm playing ping pong... Is it him? Probably not? But is it? Nahhh. But it looks like him. Should I say hello? No. That's too strange, esp. since I'd have to wake him up. Sleeping dogs, etcetera.

But then I remember to look for the fingernails & the bag. Nope. Wasn't him after all.