i'm back in my room after experiencing a thunderstorm in midtown manhatten. the thunder doesn't bang as it does back in the sticks, that is to say, boston, but rather rumbles and reverberates through the tall buildings, creating a jetliner type roar, rising than falling with each fashion-shoot photo-like flash of lightening.

the acela train was shit. uncomfortable church pew like posture seating with 30 minutes waiting in line in the dining car for a couple of beers served with the zeal of a ticket-taker. in fact i wish the woman who gave me my ticket in south station served my train beers. she at least had an ounce of life in her, and was aware of the huge line waiting.

as i left penn station and grabbed a cab outside of madison sq. garden i was reminded of flying through madison, ct, my hometown at 150mph, passing over the bridge which as a teenager greg and i staked out sitting stoned beneath the railroad ties as trains zoomed over us. this was before the acela tracks were built. these were old school new haven metro trains that burst our brains and ears.

the chic shoreham hotel bar staffed with hip lighting and super skinny gay boys was no comfort. the woman who flirted with me in the elevator for about 3.5 seconds on the way up to my penthouse suite before she got out at the 6th floor was none either. 'huh, there are 6 rooms on my floor too' was all she ended with after answering her question of how many penthouse suites there were on my floor. and now i'm about to oversee a software deployment. a bit drunk, tired at 1055pm, there's 5 minutes left of decision time. 630am will be a bitch to arrive at the office on 53rd.

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