New York City chewed me up and spit me out today. I was rendered incapable of doing anything right and made everything already confusing more confusing. As I walked across Lafayette this afternoon, I thought, “I think this kind of day falls under the Murphy’s Law thing, where everything that could go wrong, does,” and then I thought, “No, I think this day falls under Bad Days.”
Everything will be fine. The certifiably insane man on the corner of 10th and 1st Ave who sings “Under The Boardwalk” at the top of his lungs over and over and over again? He’s giving me hope.