March 7, 2002

New York, New York

I’m on the uptown 6 train. We stop at Union Square. People get on. There’s an open seat to my right. A woman passes in front of me and is about to sit down when a dorky-looking guy with huge square glasses appears from the other direction and throws his ass into the seat, bumping her aside. Once he’s in, he says, “Ha ha, you lose.”

I get off the train at 23rd. As I’m crossing 22nd, two men stride across Park Avenue, oblivious to traffic. Well, one is oblivious and the other is nervously following his friend. Both men look beat up and possibly drugged. Cars swerve around them, horns blasting. I stop at the corner to see if they survive.

They survive.