I wrote a little something on the train home today. I hope you don’t hate it!

My back hurts. My feet hurt. I’m feeling the onset of a tension headache. 10 hours of walking up and down a 12 story building will do that.

It’s freezing. My ears feel of ice. So cold that nausea is setting in. Upset with myself that I didn’t bring a jacket. An early winter will do that.

Some dude just carelessly sneezed on me. Felt the wet breeze on my arm. Of course my first thought—I have the pig flu now. Inconsiderate sick people will do that.

Still, as I make the frenzied 5 o’clock dash down 8th avenue to Penn Station, I can’t help but smile—as this kid from the suburbs of Seattle is a long way from home. I feel blessed that my journey through life has brought me here. The sort of thing I would daydream about in 6th period math class years ago. A time when—ahhh FUCK! Yup, I just stepped in horse shit.

New York City will do that.

BONUS: I just noticed this when I uploaded the picture, but check out this guy’s (possibly homemade) Obama-loving leather jacket! Looks more like Paul Mooney to me.

Also, notice the crosswalk sign. That’s how we do in the city!