Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

Packin’ Yeah,that's right, I'm packing. I am. I'm packing my wallet, my keys, my watch, the card key to my hotel, my PDA , and my journal with pen in case I get inspired on the subway. Yeah, and when I passed you on the Ben Franklin bridge, then stopped, I was only checking out to see if I could make out the hours for the Riverside Rink, lit up, not thinking you would catch me. You looked at me as I spun away to follow you down the stairs to Columbus, and you stopped after 3 steps and looked at me as I passed you on the left, my engagement ring 'tinging on the rail. I'm a guy, so, by definition, I'm a danger. So, I don't blame you. You're a woman, reading a book as you walk across the bridge, but you're not sporting headphones, and you're not afraid to make eye contact with me, some 6 foot tall, bulging layers' long haired, goatee sportin' 200 pounds of potential menace, a nightmare that livin...