Picked up the painting I've been plodding on from Last Rites Gallery. Got trapped by a drunk family from Utah on the train on the way. I sat down on an open seat and this family went right for the surrounding seats and hand holds. The dad announced right up front that they had all been drinking. The mom was facinated by my tattoo. The son who must have been 21 or so was chiming in (also drunk) to clarify what his mom "meant". Over all they were very nice. It was a nice strange experience.