Hmm, I don’t know if I remember properly, but aren’t Bushwick and 145th street kind of the opposite direction from each other on the A train? (ok, now that tune is running through my head).
In any case, I don’t get lost. I’ve tried, believe me. And failed. Although, I have to say, if I don’t know which stop to get off at, I might end up at my brother’s place in the Slope. He says the nightclub next door is so loud, so many hours of the day, that he is severely sleep deprived. Maybe you would like living there, since you could fall out of bed, and end up in the club. That is, if you ever went to bed. Oh yeah. You have to. Well, maybe not but it seems that engaging in your favorite pasttime requires a bed much of the time. But anyway….
Yikes. Sometimes even I get a little stunned at the way my stream of consciousness goes.