Man, this morning I got on the subway, and it was totally packed, people standing up, which is unusual for a 10:20ish train to Manhattan on a weekday. So, I’m all like, “What the hell?” only to get on the train and see the source of the problem - about a million little kids in green t-shirts as part of some day camp or whatever. And like they are all just screaming and running absolutely rampant on the subway car. I mean, I had my headphones on full blast, and I could still hear them yelling. I’ll tell you what, I don’t like being bombarded with that sort of thing first thing in the morning.

Anyway, so there I am trying to make the best of it, minding my own business, and like every five seconds, some green-shirted little kid stumbles and steps right on my foot. The whole damn ride! And like these kids aren’t huge, but it was just on the verge of hurting, but not quite. So instead it was just irritating, and never even the satisfaction of actually causing pain. And they would step on my feet, and then turn and look at me for a second, and not say anything. I was really stifling an early morning scream at them, I must say.

But yeah, anyway. Here I am at work again. Last evening, I hung out with my intrepid boss, Marco, which was all in all pretty fun. We talked business and girls and ate at his mom’s restaurant, Fontana di Trevi, which is the restaurant which inspired Bill Joel’s song “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”. It’s a pretty nice place and the food is really good. Anyway, Marco is filled with the entrepeneurial spirit, and is off again to southern California to start on some new ventures down there. In one way it’s all really cool, that sort of business-oriented lifestyle, cause its like you’re playing some big game, you know, and it seems pretty entertaining. But in another way, I just don’t care about any of the rewards or challenges along the way, and the thing that still possesses my mind as the biggest, most challenging and rewarding thing I could do, is to just cut all my bonds and travel travel travel. Throw fortune to the wind. Shit like that. It’s really growing and growing in me, and has been for the past 4 or 5 years. I think that if I don’t satisfy this weird wanderlust at some point that its going to blow up my mind or something. Marco and I talked about that too, and how he went a few years back cross country on his bike with only a few thousand, and ended up living and working at this hostel in Seattle, and how he says it was some of the happiest times in his life. Man, it just sounds like a goddamn blast, I’ll tell you h-wat!