Left the Late Night Players show tonight and walked down into the subway to catch the 1 uptown to my apartment. But wait. Something’s wrong. The empty subway track has a big yellow box on it. Guys are staring out of the yellow box at me. I freeze. Something is awry. Four large men in black police-style jackets are standing by the fare collector’s box. “Let’s take a taxi?” “Sure, but I want to know what’s going on.” I approach the men and ask what’s happening. Nonchalantly, “just a routine collection. We’re picking up the money.” That’s right, Wesley Snipes and Woody Harrelson fans. I saw the money train.