You see this shot and you know exactly what you are looking at: passed out man on subway floor. You can make a good approximation of the time and date: around 3 a.m. on a Saturday night/Sunday morning. From the assorted feet in the shot you can pretty much visualize the scene: at least five people taking phone-cam shots, two people trying to figure out how to sit in the available seats blocked by Mr. Pass-out.
What you cannot know and cannot imagine is that this isn't the good shot. The good shot was taking place at the far end of the car. The good shot would have been taken by my friend who ended up having camera problems before the good shot got away.
The good shot? A 20-something, 220-pound, five-and-a-half foot, shirtless Asian-American man whose shirt had been intricately knotted around his wrists, binding him to a subway pole has just woken up from his drunken stupor. He rises from his seat and begins a wavering pole dance as he tries to assess his situation. Two stops pass as he attempts to free himself. He roars as he frees himself from bondage, just as the subway doors open. He exits the car, throws his shirt on the platform floor, and throws his arms up in victory as the doors close and the subway pulls away. That was the good shot.
