The theme of the train was "Classic rock." I was standing there waiting for the F train at the Delancey/Essex station, cold as fuck. I saw this one apt on canal st. at 7:30 and was supposed to see another somewhere in LES at 8:30, and I didn't have jack shit to do in between so I just walked around and made some long overdue calls. By 8:30 I had made my way to Houston and Ave A and was so cold I wanted to cry. I decided that I would walk to Delancey/Essex and if this bitch "Darlene" hadn't called me back by then or wouldn't answer my call, I was getting on the F train and going the fuck home.

I walked down Norfolk and looked into the window of an apt I had seen Monday. "Alison." She'd given me a CD of hers and told me to check out her myspace page (display name HUFF THIS). I was so fucking cold I could only walk slow (what does a guy have to do to fire off a fucking action potential at 22 F???), and I inched down Norfolk wondering how homeless people make it through even one night of this. I got to the station, called Darlene, she didn't answer, and I muttered "bitch" under my breath and walked down the stairway. There was a dude in there tuning his guitar. I stood there and stared at the tile art on the walls--trees with fruit on them, and green hills. Across the tracks were rainbow trout. The dude counted off and started playing, and I didn't recognize it at first but then he started singing "There's one for you nineTEEN for me........" and I was like, "omg, Jesus does love me!" The dude even did the "(ah aaaahhh mista wiiiilson)....(ah aahh mista heath)" part. I clapped when he finished (but no one else did), then, he went straight into Pink Floyd's "Time." I was beside myself. I kind of just stood there staring at the wall, practically drooling because my core temperature was still in like the 30s. Just as he was finishing "Time" and starting into "Breathe" (Imaginary Dude That's Listening to This: "Are you fucking joking?" Me: "Nah dude, he really did start going into Breathe."), my train came and I got on. I was thinking of the past and all the people and the places those songs resurrected....

I got to my building and some dude was carrying in some groceries so I opened the door for him. We chatted on the elevator and I mentioned that I hoped to God the hot water was back on, because I would definitely love a shower before work tomorrow. He said "Yeah it's good to shower before work. I just went in the freezing ice....I'm from Vermont." I was horrified. What are you, like, a snowman or something? I went into my place, put on some Floyd, sat on the radiator and melted into a puddle on the floor. "The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to saaayyyy........"