My caffeine fix was no where in site. The bright orange subway seats had little effect on me as Foo Fighters DOA blasted from my iPod. Not your ordinary iPod, the five year old music player that can still give me a couple of hours of OBE(Out of Body Experience) a day. Across from me three girls with British, maybe Australian accents chatted as the vibrating bulbs flickered. I could hear them over “No ones getting out of here alive,” which engulfed me in my worse nightmare. Imagine being stuck on an eternal subway car with orange seats, three loud foreigners and that generic voice from above stating “We are being held momentarily…”. Yes that would be hell, but I had my heaven blasting through the inner ear, working its way into my drum but I felt bad for the old Chinese lady sitting next to me who was iPod-less. Would it have been modern edict to offer an earphone to help the lady drown out the down-unders who were passing one cup of coffee back and forth, sipping it and discussing how bad it tasted? The train squeezed through, pulsating like the way a snake digests its food, managing somehow to increase the volume of the three down-unders. The song now changed over to JEM’s ‘They’ which made me wonder if there was more to this simple situation. It seems where ever I go the music from my iPod enhances my situations.

This was just another morning commute which I felt “DOA” while ‘They’ turned my surroundings into a complex paranoia complex. Maybe ‘They’ (the three loud Australian girls) where watching me, following me, distracting me. Maybe this was the beginning of something new, random bunch of foreign girls piling onto the 1 train at 8am sipping each others coffee and rambling on about life… hmmm. Would be an interesting sitcom – Subway Foreigners – Hmmm maybe it’s just enough to publish as a blog post!

Rushing out of the sliding doors I raced for the corner coffee stand. He is a god in the city that never sleeps, a little guy in a silver box who brews cheap good coffee. Sipping away the paranoia slipped by as the iPod shuffled onward towards Gwen Stefani ‘hollaback Girl’ and I spotted the three lost foreigners turning and twisting a map, happily no longer could hear there cries as Gwen cursed them away. Once again the morning caffeine fix calmed the remaining nerves as I made my way to sit in front of a computer and watch my life whiz by me in binary.