New York

Some days in New York, where it rocked my ass.

We stayed in Chinatown, watched a guy on a bike get hit by a car, rolled through Brooklyn and its famous brewery(i had a cherry soda), ate all of the pizza, ate frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity, walked The High Line, navigated away from vom in Times Square, saw a man with a cat on his head, cultured ourselves at MOMA (Bjork had a thing there), took a cruise to see that Liberty B, and learned about immigration on Ellis Island, went on a hip hop tour with a has been, strolled through Central Park, watched a hot British guy surprise break dance, got denied entry to a club, saw The Apollo, never took a subway, and ate a bagel with lox and schmear.

I’m tired. My body weary.