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? Continue reading
So I get the whole ‘I live in the city, sometimes the world revolves around me’ thing…
That said I’d like to talk about the most recent tosser that said they’d give me a spot to squat at and lied. I think it’s illegal to say her name but it starts with ‘V’. Continue reading
After twenty some odd hours in the sky, rescheduling my flight from LA because of delays, and nearly losing my luggage… I arrived in town 45 minutes early. I stepped outside and tried to bum a smoke off some chick, which is odd because I don’t smoke cigarettes… She tells me she can’t help me out when some incredibly gorgeous Middle Eastern man with an accent you want to swallow dressed like he’s straight off an Italian catwalk offers me a Clove. I’ve arrived. Oh and PS… I LOVE this city. Continue reading
NEW YORK OR BUST!!! The Biggie Smalls marathon has been in full effect from late night into the early hours of this morning. I’ve been chanting lyrics like mantras and taking myself back to my NYC vibe… hoodies, MET cards, pizza, etc.
It’s about to get hectic. Continue reading
After being blown off today by yet another sublet prospect, my new plan is to stay at a backpackers joint while I’m in town. Since I’ve got so much family (or ‘rellies’ for my Aussie mates) located in a close proximity of the city … I shall bounce in between their abodes and a hostile on the Upper West Side during my voyage to get something popping as Writer Extraordinaire.
And to all the suckers that blew me off after bathing me in empty promises of a roof and walls… you SUCK! I hope whoever moves in with you always leaves dishes in the sink and never cleans the bathroom. Oh yeah and I hope they don’t pay the rent on the time either! AND I hope they have really bad b.o.
I wonder if I’ll meet any hot Europeans at the hostile? I’ve never actually stayed at a backpacker place before but I worked near one in Brisbane that consistently spilt hot South American chicks in frayed shorts out onto the busy, otherwise corporate looking sidewalks.
Here’s to meeting a new mob of international party people in the middle of New York City!! I wonder how many languages I’ll learn to say ‘Publish Me!’ in?