Sometimes, you see a friend.
Sometimes, you go to a museum because they have stuff to look at.
Sometimes, contemporary art makes you thirsty (first for water, then for booze).
Sometimes, you pick a restaurant and hope the waitress thinks you're cute enough for the drink menu.
Sometimes, she thinks so.
Sometimes, it happens to be the last ten minutes of happy hour and drinks are half price.
Sometimes, when drinks are half price, you can get two, which is enough (you'll see).
Sometimes, the night draws to an end and it's time to head home.
Sometimes, you feel a little drunk.
Sometimes, you are a little drunk.
Sometimes, you are a lot.
Sometimes, especially when you're a lot drunk, the subway comes sooner than you expected.
Sometimes, the guy sitting across from you is a little creepy, and you get sick of looking at the floor, so you close your eyes.
Sometimes, when you would normally wake up and get off at the right station, you don't.
Sometimes, you keep sleeping for another ten stops.
Sometimes, you wake up at Kings Highway (deep) and you're the only one in the subway car.
Sometimes, you're still drunk so it doesn't matter one bit.
Sometimes, running for the train on the other platform gives you a rush of adrenaline.
Sometimes, missing that train lets you enjoy the rush, outside and alone, on the most comfortable wooden bench you've sat in.
Sometimes, riding home from the other direction brings new perspective.
Sometimes, the only other person on the train is this guy:
A new decade. Good luck.