After declining Jess' invite to witness how folks from the Bay area get down on Halloween, I sat on the four train next to a 3-year-old cowboy and five-year-old angel. Needless to say, they were too cute.
By the time we reached 125th street, both the angel and cowboy collected quite a few dollars from our fellow passengers.
I didn't get a dime.
I guess no one was feeling my make-pretend-grown-up/journalist-on-the-grind costume.