A couple of weeks ago I took a trip to the Bronx to hang out with some friends at the end of a busy workweek. After a few drinks, a tasty burrito and an hour of figure skate dancing, I began the pleasant journey home. Following a quick train ride to 125th and Lex, I emerged to the street and headed for the bus stop. Through my journey down the icy sidewalks, my eyes continually surveyed the surroundings. Often times I find myself easily distracted by the skylines and sights of the part of town I’m in.
While I stood patiently waiting the 25 minutes for the M60 to arrive, I couldn’t help but have this overwhelming feeling that made my head start to spin.
“Holy shit. I live here.” [click to continue…]
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