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Shit hit the fan. My backup plans fell through. All my shit and my car are in NJ and I still have to get back there to get them. I tried to get back today, but of course, the one day in my entire life when I am five minutes late for a bus instead of 45 minutes early just happens to be the one day in the history of ever that a Megabus leaves at the scheduled time. The attendant tells me to get in line for the next bus, due to arrive in an hour. It arrives 45 minutes late. The new attendant tells me, oh, oops, sorry, you can't get on this bus, you were scheduled for the other bus. You were supposed to get in the stand-by line. Well, it would have been nice if the first attendant told me that. I get in the stand-by line. I will not make it in time to get picked up on the NJ end.
I call my dad. I am about to burst into tears in the middle of 9th Avenue. I am about to get out of the line and go find a bench at Penn Station and spend the night on the fucking bench. My dad says, please don't do that. You can get on a train and go to mom's house, and then come back and get on a different bus tomorrow. Or, you can stay in the line, get on the next bus you can, and I'll pick you up in Philly. And you can sleep on my couch.
I look around at the scenery. I never want to see this fucking street corner again. Honestly, I never want to see fucking New York ever again. I never did like New York City. Getting the hell out of there as rapidly as possible seems like the best idea.
The bus ride sucked ass. It was supposed to have wifi, but I couldn't get the computer to connect, and I also couldn't get the overhead light to turn on, so I couldn't even read my book. I worked on a new song. It's about someone (me) who gets in the subway for what should have been a 45 minute ride but actually takes 2 1/2 hours due to "planned service changes" (true story, happened on Sunday). I played solitaire. I sent miserable text messages to my dad. He, to his credit, went out and found a Whole Foods, and bought me sandwich fixings and noodles and vegetables.
When I got to his apartment, it became clear that this was a very important thing to have done. This is a list of the foods in my dad's apartment: chocolate soda (an entire shelf). Jello (also has its own shelf). eggs. butter. canned tuna. cheese.
I made a sandwich. We sat and chatted for a bit.
And now I am going to sleep. On my dad's couch. With a towel over me, since there are no extra blankets.
I call my dad. I am about to burst into tears in the middle of 9th Avenue. I am about to get out of the line and go find a bench at Penn Station and spend the night on the fucking bench. My dad says, please don't do that. You can get on a train and go to mom's house, and then come back and get on a different bus tomorrow. Or, you can stay in the line, get on the next bus you can, and I'll pick you up in Philly. And you can sleep on my couch.
I look around at the scenery. I never want to see this fucking street corner again. Honestly, I never want to see fucking New York ever again. I never did like New York City. Getting the hell out of there as rapidly as possible seems like the best idea.
The bus ride sucked ass. It was supposed to have wifi, but I couldn't get the computer to connect, and I also couldn't get the overhead light to turn on, so I couldn't even read my book. I worked on a new song. It's about someone (me) who gets in the subway for what should have been a 45 minute ride but actually takes 2 1/2 hours due to "planned service changes" (true story, happened on Sunday). I played solitaire. I sent miserable text messages to my dad. He, to his credit, went out and found a Whole Foods, and bought me sandwich fixings and noodles and vegetables.
When I got to his apartment, it became clear that this was a very important thing to have done. This is a list of the foods in my dad's apartment: chocolate soda (an entire shelf). Jello (also has its own shelf). eggs. butter. canned tuna. cheese.
I made a sandwich. We sat and chatted for a bit.
And now I am going to sleep. On my dad's couch. With a towel over me, since there are no extra blankets.