I’m ready to grab my bag, take the bus to work and then leave from work to the train station. Yeah, New York City. It actually freaks me out to be going to NYC. In my head, if it’s not a Law & Order episode with a corpse just waiting to be tripped over, it’s Stevie Wonder. I’m “Living for the City,” getting off the bus and getting caught up and getting arrested, even though I’m not a poor, country boy.

On the bright, non-paranoid side, M. and I hanging out, going to the Village and spending some of my X-mas dough and feigning cosmopolitan style should be fun.