Got off a train from Brooklyn earlier laughing uncontrollably at my friend Tucker who (moments after he commented on how the large man dressed in full black khaki sitting across from us on the subway definitely was the origin of the stout smell of urine) had his toes, baby not big, stepped on my this 200+ man. Tuckers face turns bright red and he is in so much pain that all we can do is laugh at obscurity of the moment. Well, we then proceeded to have a long discussion about how New York is not the glamorous place that you envision it. It's dirty and it's real. That's the reality is that you can brush shoulders with a beautiful A List actress then next sit directly across from a large urine-infested man. The reality and the complete beauty of it. The reality of this city is something that I admire and envy.
We also spent a good while standing at the railways waiting on the subway watching for rats to pop out, and in one glorious moment, Tucker spit and landed on the back of one of those rats. And we laughed historically, and looked about as crazy as the woman with the purple hair and matching purple sweater playing her keyboard in union square station.
I love New York more and more every day, I tell you.
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