Like, the time this homeless man was on the 1 train telling jokes. I mean, this man had me in stitches. I tried not to laugh...but I couldn't help myself. He was like, "WHAT ARE Y'ALL LOOKING AT?? Y'ALL ARE IN MY HOUSE! This is so wrong. A brotha can't even get no sleep 'round here. You track dirt all on my living room floor, you sit on my bed, and the bell just won't stop ringing. DING DONG. DING DONG."
He said all of that with a straight face. I busted out laughing like I was in a comedy show. When he saw me smile . .he smiled also. I gave him a dollar for his comedic skills.
I can't wait to blog about the drummer at Grand Central Station . . . and how he changed my life.
Until next time . . .
