Despite rats, I hit Grand Central tonight after a nightmare of a day. Nightmare meaning new business pitch, but since I never discuss “work work,” I’ll spare you the deets. Tonight was lovely. I finally escaped to Metrazur, mostly because I never know where to tell people to meet me when they ask, “so what’s near your place?” How sad that “my place” is my fcuking office. Then the whispering began. “Klein, you gotta see this.” By “see,” Captain Jack meant, “hear.” He whispered into a corner of Grand Central Station, and while I stood 15 feet from him, I could hear him as if he were whispering all the things he wanted to do to me in my ear. “Klein, I knew you would love this.” He was right. I did love it, and I was surprised no one had ever “taught” me that New York secret before… I’ve only lived here for the past eleven years. See, there are firsts for everything, including hearing things I wasn’t receptive to… until now.