My friend Vince gave me $6 to take a cab across town to Grand Central. I was planning on walking but he had the better judgment and advised me to get a cab, and quickly, for the last train to Connecticut departed @ 1:49 sharp.
I took the $6 and leisurely walked a few blocks east eventually hailing a cab. The cab driver happened to be a woman, the second female cab driver I've come across in my entire life. I don't know if it was just me or if the drive really did take took forever because the ride that should have taken 5 minutes, took over 10.
We arrive @ Grand Central, I hand the driver $6 bucks for the $3 ride and dart into the station hoping I'm not too late.
For the second time in my life, I watched my train drive off into the darkness of Grand Central Terminal, quite possibly the worst feeling a man could feel. Words can't describe this sort of predicament.
"Alright, stations closed, you gotta get outta here" a security guard told me.
I didn't want to sleep in Grand Central for the third time so I called up Vince and made my way back to his place.
At this point, I had effectively wasted $6 and 30 minutes of time that could have been spent drinking brews and listening to music. The worst part about it was that I had to walk all the way back across town, the very edge of the west side on 42 st.
This whole time I was in a bit of a daze. Not paying attention to time, direction or bodily functions. As I'm walking down the street I realize my entire left leg is wet. It takes me a minute, but I eventually put two and two together and realize I pissed my pants. Not a little dribble either, it looked like I stepped in a four foot puddle of water.
I finally get back to Vince's apartment and he's about ready to go to sleep. I walk in like there's a party with a 40oz in hand and piss stained jeans.
"You got another 40 dude?" He laughed.
"Yeah"
"Alright well you can sleep in my room mates room".
I took two sips of my brew, took off my piss stained jeans and slept hard.
In typical Pop Guru fashion, I left early and quietly. Vince was still asleep, my jeans still wet with piss, but it was time for me to get the fuck out of NYC.
The train ride home was miserable, I was dozing off and kept waking up in shock thinking I missed my stop.
Eventually got home, washed my jeans and headed to work.
Just another night in the NYC.
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