on the border of safety zone

so far the republican national convention has been a bit of a letdown.

i usally get a car to the office when i have to bring in my bass for practice or soundcheck after work. i've smacked too many people with it on crowded subway cars and such, and i thought that one guy was going to take a swing at me. i was wearing the thing (this was before charlotte) on a shoulder strap and clocked him right in the face while going into a deli. he was pissed. i still feel a little guilty not offering him a shot at me to recompense.

i had no hope of getting to 35th & 7th this morning, tho, and so took the seven train from queens to times square. five cops outside my subway exit, many cops on every corner, cops in s.u.v.s, cops on motorcycles, cops in those little three-wheeled cop-carts, and even secret service guys saying things like delta five, delta five, and nobody searched me! nobody! don't these fools remember all those mobsters and their violin cases?

then at work, i didn't even have to show i.d. to get in the building.

very unsatisfying.