I’m not sure what was going on tonight. Some nights it feels like everyone in the city of New York is looking at me when I walk past them on the street. Yeah, I know. That’s about a half-step away from me telling you that the mailboxes are laughing at me, but I swear sometimes it’s true. Granted, people watching is a huge past time here, and it’s pretty natural to just sort of look around at everything. Maybe it’s just that the times I’m looking out I happen to catch everyone else who’s in the same mood. I don’t know. All I know is I was hunting for some characters and it felt like everywhere I looked, someone was staring right back at me. That, plus reading Harry Potter, plus waiting about forty-five minutes for a Big Mac (I swear that the people who work at my McDonald’s speak some other language so that when I say, “I’d like a Number 1 Meal, please,” what they hear is, “I’d love to stand here forever watching you people lose my food”), plus it just being that kind of night…I guess what I’m saying is I’ve got my story for next week and when it came to me my mind was in a slightly different place. To say the least.
I don’t know. Sometimes you just have to put Stevie Wonder’s “Superstitious” on and crank it to eleven. Then you write.