Tuesday, June 7, 2011
This was taken on a dark day. In a dark tunnel. With a dark phone. But it was a defining moment- or maybe about seventy minutes. I realized that with a flash of some plastic, a little yellow death machine is willing to save me from a thousand person line with no ventilation and drop me off at a friend's house on the other side of the river.
After I paid- while pretending one of those zero's wasn't really there- I got out of the cab, waved at my friend and very dramatically dropped to my knees and touched New Jersey asphalt. Mmmm.... less dirty.