It was late and I was heading home after attending a music industry event. As I walked toward the subway on the deserted Manhattan street. Some men clothes in a store window caught my eyes and I stopped to look. It had to be around 1am or a little later but I didn't feel scared on the streets by myself. New York City was home. As I gazed at the clothes in the display window, a reflection of some one passing behind me distracted me for a few seconds but I immediately recognized the jacket in the reflection of this kid that I knew from all of the industry parties because he always wore the same jacket. As he passed by me, I looked over my right shoulder and said "what's up Chris". He looked over his left shoulder and said "what's up man", without ever breaking stride. What I remember from that night was him walking down the street, with his head down, like he had a lot on his mind. I watched him for a few minutes and I almost called out to him to see what was going on with him. But I didn't. I went back to window shopping before heading to the train to go back home to Brooklyn and this young kid disappeared into the night. His name is Chris Rock