DAY 29

A train spawn. Like every New Yorker, I had always fantasized about what the new second avenue subway line (in progress since the 1970s) would be called. I thought it could be a light blue H, I line. Oh well. There goes that idea.

DAY 28

Heard a strangely calming sound while on the brooklyn-bound A this afternoon. The Michael Jackson song "Billie Jean" played on a xylophone at the canal Street station.

DAY 27

I did not witness this personally, however I understand why a woman would go batshit about break dancers flipping around all over the car and blasting music. But sometimes kids have to earn a living somehow and why not by expressing themselves through dance. They really need to lower the music volume, though.

DAY 26

Yes, that really is what you don't want to think it is. I'm surprised people choose to engage in that sort of thing with the terrible lighting and hard, plastic seating.

DAY 25

Homeless guy: Hello ladies and gentlemen. I'm homeless Ed. Please donate whatever you can. Food, water, double cheeseburger, lotion... I'm pretty ashy. I can't believe they let me vote today I'm so ashy.

DAY 24

Hurricane Sandy Aftermath. The A train is not running beyond 168th street and does not connect Brooklyn to Manhattan (a good thing) so it is useless to me.