a night in harlem.

i can happily say that this summer is going to be crazy. first, i turn 21 tomorrow. secondly, i got a phone call a few nights ago (1:14 am) from a distressed 17 year old friend in need a help. she reported that she was stuck at the 125th street station with no way of getting to her final destination. i live over 100 blocks away in the east village. i threw on a sweat shirt, covered my crazy looking bedhead and proceeded to take the local train up to 125th street. the major problem, however, was that the train deposits onto lenox avenue leaving me to walk crosstown (time now 2:15 am) to 5th avenue. i walked quickly with a strange half power walk, half job thing. let it be known that i tripped over a homeless man and was later confronted by a man in a black escalade asking for my services. our late night adventure ended lethargically at 4:15 am. i was up for work the next morning at 7:30 am.

on the train, i caught glimpses of people coming home from double shifts and booty calls. my major observation though is that 125th at night is filled with unnerving groups of men in of 2s and 3s. she owes me, but i love her.