January 13, 2011 was one of the great days of my life.
At 9:52am, I was on a train to Stanford, Connecticut. I had to take the train, because I’d overslept and missed the bus.
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Yes, I was headed to a live taping of the Maury Povich show. I was peaking.
That is, until 13 hours later, when I was back in New York City, standing in the Highline Ballroom, scre…