37

Tonight, as I was riding the train, packed in tighter than a can of sardines with a hundred smelly Bronx assholes, I had a revelation. In just 37 days I will finally get the normal life that I have always craved. In 37 days I will get to go to a job Monday - Friday from 9 - 5 and come home to my family and do nothing else. We can have dinner. We can make plans. We can relax. We can have no obligations. We can just live.
I actually smiled. On the train. I smiled.