Human Defense League

As I fast approach my Seven month anniversary in New York I have considered writing up a little report on how it's going. I've struggled with how best to do this since the last Seven months have been filled with a lot of firsts, a great deal of adjustment in every piece of my life, and some of the same old shit. This morning, fateful readers, I witnessed an event that encapsulates my entire experience here. Using this morning, I can now provide the update on the state of Vince Averill on the east coast. I was standing in a crowded subway car as I oft times do, when a young business man stood up. As we were approaching a station I assumed he was prepping to figure his way through the mass to get out the doors before they closed. He was however, standing up to allow another person to have his seat. This is strange enough in its own right, but what happened next is what caused me to realize I was witnessing a microcosm of my New York life. The young business man got up and a lunk headed dude in his early Thirties slides into the seat, jean shorts and all. I was wearing head phones so I didn't have my full wits as to what was happening. I then see business guy giving the "what are you doing?" hand gestures. It's at this point that business guy points to his left and I see between Two other people the person who was actually to receive the vacated seat. It was an unstable, little, old, grandma. After one more "WTF", lunk head, denim shorted, former high school wrestling captain, gives the "Fuck her" wave down hand. You know, the hand comes down in a wave motion of disgust, right at the granny. Business man was giving the dude crap for a second, granny was talking a little trash, and then everything went back to normal. Normal in what I've found it to mean here anyway.
That being said, I'm having a pretty good time here, some say too much, but it's always tempered with some of the worst pieces of humanity.