i walk in the New York streets making my way towards my apartment, my earphones on as i listen to music at a loud volume: my beloved Buddy Rich. Lost in thought i walk the sidewalk almost like a mechanic path, looking at the floor, paying no attention to my surroundings: I'm passing, if people don't want to bump into me they'll move. But apparently... It doesn't happen, i bump into someone and it's... A girl with a navy suit on Oh sorry... I... i say, a little distracted