Today was an average day, only with nonstop rain. It was a drag to wake up to, to brush your teeth to, to eat a bowl of raisin bran to. But I soldiered on, carried a ton of newspapers downstairs that need recycling. Such drama. It was cold enough to warrant wearing the leather blazer, but warm enough to make me drenched by the time I got to the Path train. Humid and wet and sixty degrees. I mean really, WTF? I was wet and sweaty by the time I got on the Path train and of course it was crowded and more humid in there.
Got off the train at Ninth Street, got a bagel at that bagel joint. I’ve been tired of looking at Plantain Man so I’ve been avoiding the banana scene. I know I could bananas just about anywhere, but seeing Plantain Man’s morning wood was enticing, but you get tired of it after a while. He talks the talk, but no walking of the walk. At least not anymore. I got to the office even wetter and sweatier than I was when I got on the Path train. Luckily I have an extra t-shirt stashed, and surprising to me, a Bill and Ted moment. At some point in the past I had the foresight to pack an extra pair of socks in my bag. They came in handy since one of my feet was soaked.
The usual asylum patients wandered in and I set about doing my chicken dance after changing my t-shirt. It was busy and there was a consultancy going on tonight that I was able to get William and Charlie Charas in on. Next time, I should get Harpy. They could all use the dough I’m sure. I could use it too, but being behind the scenes I’m not allowed to participate I think. No big deal, I was able to leave work at 6:30, a little later than usual and strolled down to the Path train, smoking one of my birthday cigars. It wasn’t raining finally though the skies were talking the talk. It was quite humid out though and once again I was drenched. The cigar was good though, perhaps the humidity had a part in that.
Once again the train was mad packed. It’s usually a short hop back to Hoboken, but it seems to take forever when sweat is dripping off your glasses, your earlobes and down your neck. No fun and crowded. I was playing the Neville Brothers ‘Yellow Moon’. A perennial favorite, been almost twenty years since I saw them opening up for Ziggy Marley and the Melody Makers at the pier by the USS Intrepid. Great songs, atmospheric production. Eno’s on it too. Got back to Hoboken, walked up Washington Street, bought some soda and a lottery ticket. It’s up to 165 million. How could I lose? I’d include you in a cut, not a problem. You know who you are with all the comments.