Subway Thumbing

I haven't done this in a while because I don't really subway nearly as much as I thumb. I'm standing on the 77th Street R stop in Brooklyn...waiting. If you take the R, that's what you do. You wait. I wonder what these other people are doing on the platform...the intraborough midday subway commuters. I feel like it might be all old people going to doctor appointments....yet I normally assume most elderly doc runs are done on the bus.

I really appreciate how forgiving the iPhone autocomplete is. I'm not even coming anywhere close on some of these words.

Here comes the train. Ten Thousand Fists is playing in my ear. These old people need to do a lip dub to it. It would be the greatest thing on the Internet ever.

Kid across from me has a Pink Floyd tshirt from The Wall. I used to have a Wall tshirt. My high school girlfriend got it for me and I wore it down to a thread through college. I think I want to get a new one... Or at least a poster. That reminds me. I have way more frames than prints. I have a frame buying compulsion. I have like 20 empty frames and elusive dreams of visually appealing wall exhibits.

I'm headed to a school program to teach entrepreneurship to some 4th graders. I love teaching kids that they don't have to be accountants and insurance adjusters if they don't want to be.

Does Tyler Perry come out with a movie every week?

Tyler Perry goes to school. Tyler Perry cross dresses. Tyler Perry coverts to Judaism. Tyler Perry joins the Army. Can we pair him up with Snooki for something? Or are we too afraid that would tear open a hole in the space time continuum.

Crystal Castles in my ear.

Today is Four Hour Body cheat day. I have a Mets cookie that I haven't decided whether or not to give away to the fourth graders our eat myself.

These sunglasses are slipping off my head. I wonder if glasses on head or in the collar is hereditary. My dad is a glasses on the head guy. In fact, somehow he's able to rest them on his forehead somehow and raise his eyebrows to drop them down perfectly on his nose without touching. It's subtle but pretty amazing.

There's a girl sitting next to me eating potatoes out of a Tupperware container. She's wearing a Sarah Lawrence track team tank top and jeans. Her container is cracked. Struggling English major I assume.

I'm going to make this event just in time. They asked me to come early to prep. I'm not really into prep. I only run races--with no training in between, I abhor prep calls. That's also bc I hate the phone. Union St. Time to get off.