Black Magic

We're fine, we're fine. Yes I was on the subway yesterday afternoon at 4:10 but by some strange twist of luck (which I NEVER get) we had just pulled into the 33rd Street station so the conductor keyed us all out the doors without having to walk the dark, rat-infested, trash-strewn subway tunnels of Manhattan. Of course all the cell-phone grids were completely overloaded and since I had just gotten my very first cell-phone and didn't yet know how to work it, I was pretty much shit out of luck. So I started walking to the pickup rendezvous spot up at 125th street (do the math, it's like 92 blocks in 93-degree, 86% humidity). Being the survivalist I am, I bought two bananas from a street vender and got $2 worth of quarters for the payphone. Eventually I got a hold of Jeff, he came to pick me up and we got in the queue at 50th Street for the Lincoln tunnel at 6pm. At 9pm, we'd made it down to 37th Street (13 blocks in only 3 hours) and thru the tunnel and on our way home. By midnight, we were walking in the door, disheveled, sweaty but generally feeling lucky to have even gotten out of the city so it's all ok. I only wish I would have had my camera to take pictures of how crazy and how fun it all was.