{"id":47360,"date":"2025-08-17T06:58:52","date_gmt":"2025-08-17T10:58:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=47360"},"modified":"2025-08-17T08:08:40","modified_gmt":"2025-08-17T12:08:40","slug":"ballers-and-bangers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2025\/08\/17\/ballers-and-bangers.html","title":{"rendered":"Ballers and bangers"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It&#8217;s mildly interesting passing through a crowd of famished party animals who&#8217;d been out all night whilst the City slept. Once in a while there will be someone who looks energized and ready for more but mostly the crowd looks like it just wants to eat and go to sleep. I remember those days, though I never did night clubs or mosh pits. Just a couple of local bars where, after midnight, we hit up the very St. James Deli that this crowd I walk through seems to treat as a kind of Mecca. From how far do they come? I don&#8217;t know. Sometimes there is a cop car circling. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As I made my way to the R train today I spotted yellow pain marks on the sidewalk. Yellow and red, I think. This means the sidewalk will likely be torn up soon, jackhammered and noised. THe paint colors mean something. Yellow might mean there is an electrical power cable, red might mean gas. The colors symbolize what lies beneath the sidewalk so that workers can commence their noising and jackhammering whilst avoiding potential hazards of blowing up a gas line or electrocuting themselves. Some people think this kind of paint is graffiti, and in a way I guess you could call it that. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This in addition to a controversial bike lane coming to 31st Street means change is afoot, as is virtually always the condition. It&#8217;s not as if suddenly there was change. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I did not cross paths with the beautiful woman today. Instead I shared the ride with a sound asleep snoring man who unconsciously was coughing up blobs of phlegm onto the subway car floor. I assumed he was vomiting and prepared to evacuate if there was a foul stench but this was something else. Just snot, I guess. I didn&#8217;t get close enough to study the no-doubt fascinating specimen. A family of tourists moved from that end of the car toward the back, where I was. Earlier a something bug-eyed dude sitting across was trying to get my attention but he failed, or rather I failed to provide him the satisfaction of knowing that his presence was known to me. He was fucked up on something and looked to be part of the overnight patrol that keeps thing moving while I and millions of others sleep soundly. Where will he sleep today? Is he asleep now? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today is my Sunday. I am taking tomorrow and Friday off. I have the full 5-day week ahead should I choose to follow through with any of my numerous ambitions. I will probably just end up walking. I can barely bring myself to do any work in the apartment where I ran my business for 20 years. Today is my Sunday where I own the entire floor of a FiDi office building, while the world outside spins mercurially around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s mildly interesting passing through a crowd of famished party animals who&#8217;d been out all night whilst the City slept. Once in a while there will be someone who looks energized and ready for more but mostly the crowd looks like it just wants to eat and go to sleep. 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