newspaper man and the scary room
Only in New York City will you make a friend wearing newspapers that will buy you a nipper of Jack and tell you about the grand scheme of rocking a coat of New York Posts for cash, or shrimp scampi in some incidents. It's kind of a long story... After we hung out and I promised he'd get a blog feature... I frolicked off to play and he went home to wash his face, and go to the gym. Have I mentioned I heart New York? New York City tastes like...