February 2017
February 2017 was cold in a way that felt personal.
Not “winter is cute” cold. Brutal cold. The kind that bites through layers, stiffens your hands, & makes every subway stair feel twice as tall.
But I kept pushing.
This month was proof that the passion doesn’t negotiate with the weather. My bones might’ve complained, but the mission didn’t. The cart still rolled. The platform still became my office. The city still got the work.
One of the most memorable moments was setting up with Don the Drummer on the L Train platform, turning it into a full jam / art session. Music bouncing off the tiles, people rushing by, some stopping, some staring, some smiling like they accidentally walked into a secret show. That’s what the subway does when it’s alive, it becomes a stage without asking permission.
& in true PJ fashion, my imagination was running just as wild as the trains. For some odd reason I kept picturing Evel Knievel jumping attached to the Hindenburg. Ridiculous. Epic. Completely unnecessary. Exactly the kind of chaotic vision your brain invents when you’re freezing underground but refusing to stop creating.
February was a month of endurance.
A month where grit was the soundtrack.
Where the cold tried to shut the story down, but the work kept talking anyway.
Because no matter how vicious it got out there…
I wasn’t built to quit.
