Random

This past weekend was both turmoiled and intriguing. After a long battle with my inner desire to do well in school vs. my desperate need for pain killers ( horrible tooth ache) and skipping class to find a corner store and 50 cent package of aspirin and the soft couch of the Club ( work). I gained the strength to drag my self off the train and to class.

My train ride to work was smooth and I gleefully can say very interrupted. After a stranger tapped me and ask me a question about subway lines, I replied instead of shrugging off the usual new yorker interaction. We shortly after began very polite conversation ( although the pain dulled my usual charm) I mus tared a half relaxed and inviting sentiment. From what I remember his name was Shareef, I was most taken by his resemblance to a late cousin. Now my cousin who in my minds eye is eternally 18 years old was a handsome young man with sharp features and beautiful brown skin...what I remember most was his smile and the way that same light that came through in the glint of his slanted eyes...I'm healing from past to present if that makes sense..making peace with my past. I'm not sure who the stranger is or where he was going but...I guess guess the subway is funny like that