Only in New York...

So I was on the N train coming back from Manhattan today when this guy sits down next to me. I don't pay much attention since I am reading my book, but I look up to see what stop the train is at and I glance over at what he is reading. I see breasts. It's this small comic book style, Spanish porno. The people were getting it on and he's just reading this in public on the train! Only in New York. Then, I'm walking from the stop to my apartment and this kid is talking on his cell phone. He looked no older than twelve. When I was twelve, I was happy to have a tape player. Crazy.

I'm watching Oprah. It has the cast of Ladder 49 (I think that's the title) on today. Of course, I don't even watch for ten minutes before I start crying. Why does Oprah always make me cry?