Perfect and strange


I had the most unusual subway ride last night. At a not very late point in the evening (about 7:30pm), I went to catch the train to meet Josh for dinner and drinks. I got on at Bergen Street in Brooklyn, and got off about fourteen stops later at 14th Street in Manhattan. During the entire ride there was no one else in this car with me. Not a single one. Through fourteen stops. And about three quarters of the way to my destination, my ipod (with thousands of songs on it and set to random shuffle) plays “The only living boy in New York“.