My New York.

Just got home from new york, and wow is it crazy out there. From the train stations, to getting a paper cut from a bodega sandwich. From missing the L train to hop on the 4 it is amazing. To being told penn station is 37th and broadway when it’s 37th and 7th ave. From watching homosexuals in the village and pushing of their culture into mainstream life style and thinking. Sitting at the station surrounded by people of all backgrounds how they’re all in the same place but each a different story. From going to brooklyn to meet lil phillup and getting told we can’t get philly cheese steaks with food stamps. To walking until your feet felt like they were blistering and bleeding because you just walked 17 blocks to eat at your favorite resturent. Taking the shuddle to one of the most fast-paced, unpredicatble, enviorments. To wanting to eat at a korean resturant and you could only if you had the time. And watching through the window at some of the most intimidating but beautiful women you’ve seen dining in million dollar spots. In a couple years nyc, are love story begins.

mikeybombers

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