I didn't sleep last night. Went for a long walk in the warm streets of NYC. Began to notice other wanderers. And I recognized it, I could see it immediately - they were fellow waiters, early clickers and prisoners of the 13-17. We began to walk together. Collecting mass. Common strangers united by a common plight. We made our way to 5th avenue, no words spoken, just an instinct, an urge. For three hours we pressed our bodies against the glass of the flagship store. If you smelled hard enough you could smell the space grey - its unmistakable whiff of metallic perfection, social awkwardness and AXE body spray penetrated the glass. And then, just as swiftly as this congregation had amassed, it was over. I was home.
I believe.
