Obviously this was back at a time when I didn’t respect my kidneys… I later learned. The damn bottle comes with a warning to not drink straight… I actually bought a fifth of that this past New Year’s Eve- I had instantaneous ‘buyer’s remorse.’ I didn’t open it til February and was only because I used it to make shots of Purple Mother Fucker: Vodka, Blue Triple Sec, Lime Juice and Chambord. Needless to say, I was fucked up.
What’s next? A Motorola pager, a Sony Walkman, a Zack Morris cell phone and an abacus?
Every time I passed this spot,I’m compelled to take a pic. 40/41th and Park Avenue, looking north at Grand Central Terminal and the Met Life Building. I don’t know if it’s the lights (which are always out) or if it’s the overhead roadway or the statues in the pediment on the GCT entrance, but I have like 40 pictures- day/night, winter/summer.
#shoutout to my ‘patnah in crime,’ @deedarling, who works around the corner: we still got a lunch date at Golosi on the block…maybe on your bday..
190th on the 1 train in Uptown Manhattan. I always have such a feeling of reflection and introspection when I walk through this tunnel. I think it’s the length and the singular-ness of the path. When you get to the end of the path, there’s a great sense of accomplishment.
This is what happens when the construction Timberlands get stung by a bee and go into anaphylactic shock.
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