12-Mar-2002 Uncategorized

tripped out

I’m leaning against the wall in the Grand Central Station subway track ramp. I am
waiting for the number 4 to show up. Tonight I came to NY to see the trade center
light towers and the sculpture “The Sphere” which used to reside in
the courtyard between the towers. So freaky that it was covered with debris
for so long and now stands resurrected. I then took the subway to Times
Square. I walked into the Roxy deli only to be shocked by the menu. If I
wana spend 22 bucks on a kinish, it had better be in the year 2037. And
speaking of, I caught a showing of “the time machine” at the loews times
square. It was a pretty awful flick. You would think it would be charming
to watch a movie with New York as its initial setting. Wrongo. The story
was just plain bad and boring. Jeremy Irons was totally wasted in a role
that probably lasted all of five minutes. Thankfully the running time was
only around 90 minutes and I was granted an early release. I deferred to
the cheap culinary delights of McDonald’s thereafter. So, now I am here and
waiting forever for the number 4 to downtown. I am at the Wall Street
terminal. My lovely rental car is parked at the Battery Parking Garage.
How clever! The garage has amenities such as scary unlit floors and exits
that lead to locked doors. It was like being lost in the bathroom, only
with the lights on…