There’s a portion of my commute whereby the train hugs the Atlantic Ocean shoreline for about 5 miles. It was sunny and quiet this morning. The ocean was absolutely flat. I rarely see it that calm. It was like a piece of glass. It hurt to look at it in the morning sun.
I was walking through Penn Station and saw a New York City Police officer patrolling the station with a German Sheppard. He took his iPhone out of his pocket, looked at something on the screen and then showed it to his dog. The dog looked at the iPhone and then up at the Officer. I have no idea what that was about but it was a funny slice o’ life.
The new Kindle is another nail in the coffin for traditional newspapers. It’s so sad. Print newspapers are dying and they cannot be resurrected. I’ll miss having ink stained hands.
This is a great time to live in New York if you are not a fan of the Yankees. You get to witness, up close, the flame-out of a once storied sports dynasty. The new stadium is a terrible mistake for many reasons. The insufferable and endless boasts of Yankee fans are a thing of the past. Now, it’s all schadenfreude, all the time. It’s great!
I left work at 11:15 p.m. last night. The next person didn’t leave until 1:00 a.m. Today, I’m in the dog house for leaving “early.” Fucking management. I hate them all.
I can no longer smoke weed. After I get high, I start to question every decision I’ve ever made in life. Weed is supposed to be fun. That’s not fun.