If you do run into this maniacal thug, however, be warned: You better remember his fuckin’ name. You better recognize. Or write that shit down, ASAP.
Because if you don’t Bloody Loco will take you outside to ‘shoot you up’ and break ya jaw, yo— no kidding. ASAP!!
Village Voice: A good way to become instantly terrified on the subway is to make eye contact with someone who goes by the name Bloody Loco, because he will surely talk at you and curse and spit a lot while everyone else on the train prays silently and plans their immediate exit off the Train A-fuckin-SAP.
Anger and insanity are apparent, so we’ve got to wonder, why doesn’t Bloody Loco, ever actually harm his victim? Is he just a punk? Or does he know if he took one swing at his cool, calm, and collected opponent that he wouldn’t be able to control himself? Was the maniac really crazy enough to follow the innocent commuter outside?
That is the scariest part, isn’t it? That we don’t know?
The moral of the story? The next time you roll your eyes at an out of breath panhandler or some weird dude scraping his knuckles on the cement, or even better some worked up dude looking for something in his pocket while he sits on the subway next to you, take a sigh of relief that it’s not Bloody Loco letting you know what the fuck is up. Unless of course it is- then ‘you better remember his fxcking name. ASAP!!