Balls

I love basketball. It's an exciting, fast-paced sport with lots of dynamics and strategy. But one thing I don't care for it a young basketball player dribbling the ball over and over on the train platform at 5:45 AM. The way it was echoing in the quiet morning made him sound like a rhythmless Jamaican drummer with rubber drums instead of steel.

There is a lady across from me on the train talking loudly about votes and bills. I don't know if she is part of a committee at work, or a state representative. Either way, she is struggling to sound important, but instead boring the hell out of the person she is riding with (who is distracted by something out the window..) I can hear her over my headphones though, and her droning tone is hypnotic.