February 2012
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Even after quitting the hooch, the crazy remains
There was a time when I lived in DC both during—and for a couple years after—college, where I used to touch the opposite wall in the subway. I’d jump down when the train was a couple minutes away, hurdle the “death rail,” and touch the opposite wall then casually stroll back. This was something I did with alarming...
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One of the more underrated things about an overrated city is the
subway system in New York. Yes, even writing a sentence about New York feels fatigued, but the subway is both the most New York thing about New York—insofar as it represents the city’s rushed and wedged commuters flailing about—and also a pretty jolting stimulant. Which is what New York is supposed to be, or at least...
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I almost died this morning
The corner of Humboldt and Metropolitan Ave in East Williamsburg almost turned into the scene of my death this morning. I was listening to Robyn, and wearing sunglasses, so when I made the turn to cross Metropolitan, I didn’t see the incoming truck until it was almost too late.
“Until it was almost too late” could have been any number of sentient beings that have a brush with...
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