Walking down 57th street at 10:30 PM tonight, I had a surge of contentment and the sudden feeling that I was on home turf.
I walked into the subway and heard the guitarist there, a regular, spitting out some classics while a girl from Brooklyn (not sure why I assume that, but I'm positive she was) watched in awe. At the end, she gave him a dollar and a big hug before boarding the subway.
All of this after another crazy, chaotic day at work. One glass of ice cold water later, consider me cured. Consider me saved.
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