Okay this one is good. While I was walking east on 86th street and
talking on my phone I herd a huge rip... WTF I thought? It was my
pants. A building hydrant with an unscrewed nail caught a hold of the
side stitching of my right leg and exposed my leg from the bottom of my
boxers to the middle of my calf. Now aint that some shit? Freezing
cold with an embarrassing split in my pants and I am in the upper west
side! Could this not get any better? Well now, as I write this, I am
sitting on a bench in the 96 street station of the 2 train, with the
cutest little girl staring, pointing and trying to get her mothers
attention, on my bare leg. Oh well she is cute. This is just another
anecdote that will make cocktail parties all the more interesting. Me
and luck are not on speaking terms at the moment. Oh well, what can I
do? Now I am on the 2 train hoping that not too many people notice. I
wish I had the corner chair, but right now that belongs to a green suit
sanitation worker. But on the bright side, I am on my way home to spend
a boring Friday night by myself. But that's life right now, so let’s move on.