That's when the night is always darkest. I've been here nearly two months and there have been a lot of ups and downs and there are a lot of people who helped me through, whether they were very close or very very far away. I'm not naming names, but you've all been invaluable, and for that, I'd like to tell you to see "Dark Knight" immediately.
(Un?)Fortunately for you, you won't have the pleasure of sharing a train ride to the theater with a starry-eyed, toothless Haitian man who held a 100-block-long conversation with no one in three different languages about the sweet tea from McDonald's - to be fair, it really is a bargain. And I have seen more ridiculous things since I came to New York City: a man walking down the street hand in hand with his girlfriend wearing a shirt that read "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one," for instance, or a guy and a girl stopping their car in the middle of Broadway to drag out the front seat passenger and beat him senseless and drive on. But something about the timing of this particular lunatic sighting made it absolutely perfect, his shining gums limned with the evening sun as the 1 train climbed above ground to 125th Street, my favorite stop on the track. I was very sorry to go when my stop came.
As for the movie, it's late, and I'm not going to ruin anything for anyone, so all I'm going to say is that Harry and I left the theater literally incredulous at how much we had just enjoyed ourselves. Everything about it is perfect: the pacing, the performances, the score, the message, and it was exactly what I needed. Tomorrow I start my new job, which I'll blog when I get home, but for now I need sleep while the night is still dark.
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