Somebody...

    I walked home from work today to expel the outrageous caffeine rush I had on an empty stomach.  I hate coffee and don't know why I had some today but I had to walk it out.  If I had decided to take the metro I probably would have freaked out.  I'm walking down Lexington and my iPod is on shuffle, the sun glimmers off of the Chrysler building as I walk past Grand Central as Bob Dylan's Oh Sister winds to a close.  It felt good to be alive.  As the last seconds ticked down I tried to anticipate the next song hoping for a worthy follow-up so I could avoid having to dig in my pocket to press the forward button.  I should start making playlists but there is a strange mystique behind the shuffle function, it excites me.

     Money on my mind, money on my mind, money is all I think about.  FUCK. I thought I deleted this song.  I was about to reach into my pocket and press the double arrows forward.  Then I saw them... The suits.  Suits and skirts everywhere.  This is going to be entertaining I thought.  It was a little bit but then it hit me.  I know how to give this song a proper farewell.  There is only one place I would want to be.  Not Harlem, not Bed-Sty, no that street where wealth is manufactured.  Wall Street here I come.

    I'm going to go down there sometime this week around lunch time or shortly before 4 pm.  I might even bring my camcorder.  Its just too much, its like a sensory overload for me.  I'll just walk around silently mocking everyone around me.  The suits, oh sister, the suits I tell you its gold, pure gold. I'm a cynical bastard sometimes and the great lengths I will go to satisfy my lust for a good laugh is ridiculous.