Synchronicity

As I was walking out to my professor's apartment complex--I mean COMPLEX: 392 Central Park West is pretty spiffy, esp. for W. 100th Street--this afternoon, I spied a wrapper spelling out CRAZY on a faux license plate. At that exact moment, I popped in my headphones which were already blaring Aerosmith's song, "Crazy!"

Chad once claimed that "Synchronicity followed (him) around". Now, that means something to me, at the time I just thought it sounded cool.