The Perfect Stranger...

What a day... have you been shopping?! it's a jungle... Jeez. Good thing I don't go for the typical store and I venture off to the vintage shops in BK... I had to try something new, I hate giving regular things... those things should be left for Thursdays.

After all the running around for those few special people in my life I still had a few things to get, and so I hop on the F line (as in Fine, Fantastic, Four, Fear, Fathom) and stare @ the train map, wishing, hoping a picture of a store would pop out and tell me COME HERE NOW PERFECT GIFT AVAILABLE... yea, wishful thinking. But as I'm staring into the abyss I caught the attention of this dude with a curly fro and a ring on his lip. He asked me if I would like to sit and I tell him no... and proceed to share with him my dilemma (he asked why I kept staring at the map)... this led to a conversation on gifts, on thrift shops, on the fact that he lives in Corona (my old hood), and then into the 4 (sorry Staten island) boroughs and how there is all this gentrification spreading like a rash, and how really it just adds to the culture of NYC... anyJUEY, it turned into a discussion on life, and right when he asked me what it was I wanted to do with myself (pin pon pin ---train door sound) I see its his stop, and he says in case I never see you again I hope you get to that life dream.

WOW. This is why I love NYC. Moments like this. But what made me think about it more was that I had just talked to a friend about the book Paul Mitchell wrote The five people you meet in heaven, and I had said I don't think I've met the people I'll meet in heaven yet... and after this perfect stranger I wonder if Ill get to finish my conversation with him up in the sky (assuming heaven is not just on earth)...

(thinking...)