Yesterday I was walking down the street and I saw Ann Coulter. She was so close to me that I could have sucker punched her and she would have cracked her dome on the sidewalk. Anyway, the reason I didn't is because she gave me half smile and I kind of smiled back and the song I had playing on my iPod made me laugh. It was Christopher Cross's "Ride Like the Wind" -- there is a part about making it to the border of Mexico and I could just imagine me cold-cocking Ann Coulter on East 84th street and then having to go on the lam.
I said in my title that this is why I love New York but most of this happen in my ears and my head so I guess I should say this is why I love my brain. Or myself. But it couldn't have happened if that bird-legged woman didn't pass me on the street.
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