Going Home...

I realize that I've been taking my commute home for granted. Too tired to look around and take everything in. I'm more paranoid that I may get mugged around the corner than afraid that I'll miss something uniquely New York... Believe me it won't happen again.




I climbed to the roof of the building my restaurant is in... Looked around as far as my squinty eyes could see... The view was amazing... I took a long drag off of my clove, held it, and spat it out at the world... Not exactly the best way to show an appreciation for the view but to me it was like seeing my breath fade into the city. I am one with this city. I am a part of its' vibe. Now does that sound so funny?




Pedestrians from a cab's point of view



No offense but this is where my commute sucks, being stuck underground for supposedly 15mins. (it can take anywhere between 15mins to 1hr.) Everytime I pick up the phone at the path and ask when the next train arrives, a sleepy voice answers- "One will be there in 15mins..." Always... Without fail... (laughter dies down)I feel I have reached the point where I'd call her out and call her a friggin' liar! Its not like I'm gonna take a different train home and they'd lose business by telling me the truth... There's only ONE way for me to get home! It doesn't matter if I go straight to JC, or spend another friggin' 15mins in Hoboken, I have no choice, I'm their captive. The path is an evil monopoly... Believe me, when I save up enough of my tips, I'm building my own commute system!