As I ventured back to Brooklyn this morning from a fun New Year's Eve I came across this lonely hat at 6th Avenue. It seemed so sad down on the tracks. I imagined it writing the following letter...

Dear Owner,

Did I do something wrong? I guess I just don't get it. Weren't we having a good time? Drinks, laughs, kisses - all that jazz. We've been through big times together. Maybe you just didn't notice when I came flying off your head as you stumbled onto the train last night. Maybe that's the case. I'm just chillin' here until you get back. Please hurry...