Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Panic in Penn Station

I am in Penn Station waiting to take the train to band practice on Long Island.  There are people swirling around like "Another 100 people just got offa the train" and my heart goes into my mouth, my head starts spinning, I feel like the right side of my face is falling back to January 2009 levels of Bell's Palsy sunkeness and I realize I cannot get on that train.  I stagger like a drunk man holding a bagpipe case (this is not an unusual sight at all in Glasgow Central) and I make it back to the subway and home.  Shaken. And stirred.

New York is getting under my skin.

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