Somewhere.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
I'd really like to get to know you...
((Ok, if a pic's sideways, just click, it'll be rightside up))
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Screw NY tobacco prices, we come prepared.
I spent more on toll than I did on gas.
Pardon me while I snicker like a kid.
Mental prep for a stroll amongst the citizens.
Fuckin metal.
I am proud of this shot.
I thought it said "The Hater Building", which would have culminated into me laughing in the streets. Unfortunately...
So much bling they plate their doors.
YES! Guy tending bar had a heavy accent and had his timing on Guinness pouring down to a 'T'.
Pay money, park car, have it raised, someone else parks below you. Friggin ingenious way of using up every spot of land and air available.
Oh what the hell?!
Moved the camera too quickly, much to my surprise.
Glass and steel.
Proud of that one too.
Taken way too many pictures of high class offices closed down for the night. Something even emptier about them.
You will not, I repeat, will NOT fucking sit here. I guess it fits the city. Nowhere to really sit unless you're in a park. Gotta be moving, gotta be making that dollar, gotta be giving it away, but make sure those feet don't stop. No rest for the wicked.
Your $500 dresses and scummy remodeling do not match. Try next fall.
Buy my shit. Chicks dig it.
My street.
That's what I was talking about...
Time to sleep and wake up at 7 to move my car while they sweep. Goodnight my darlings.
Hahaha I just friggin had to.
Nicht ist für dich...
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Sitting in my room, pants off and a towel around my forehead to keep the sweat at bay, I think about the past few hours. Walking around the city during the day was a little weird, but eventful.
I’ve seen a chick on a bicycle threaten to go upside another lady’s head for stepping out in front of her. I think that would have been a high point.
Talked with a guy about MMA while watching a class through the windows. For once, I said ‘Fedor Emelianenko’ without getting a confused look. Rawksome.
I heard one of the greatest cover bands in my entire life last night, boozing it up to a bar tab that I most certainly did not expect. Also learned a valuable life lesson, maybe two, that I’m not gonna forget anytime soon.
Check your pockets, kids.
But wow, that’s a lot of damn people, as I strut down 5th Ave. and get closer to the shopping districts. Immaculate storefronts and rows upon rows of silky white dresses here and there, souvenir shops scattered about, clothing, shoes, hats (Picked up a new one. Part of that life lesson), and all sorts of other shit. People carrying bags, their children, their dogs, anything they can get their hands on it seems.
I still haven’t heard a New York accent yet.
So many beautiful, random, intriguing people, all in one city. The prime culmination of civilization it seems. But there’s so many. Astounding people, I’m sure. Yet I’m supposed to mean something to someone? It’s a bit depressing, just to take it all in, sitting in a chair amidst potted flowers while taxis scream by 10 feet behind you.
More and better thoughts as they come.
"If you step out in front of me I will fucking hit you!"
Damn bicyclists.
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Sitting in my room, pants off and a towel around my forehead to keep the sweat at bay, I think about the past few hours. Walking around the city during the day was a little weird, but eventful.
I’ve seen a chick on a bicycle threaten to go upside another lady’s head for stepping out in front of her. I think that would have been a high point.
Talked with a guy about MMA while watching a class through the windows. For once, I said ‘Fedor Emelianenko’ without getting a confused look. Rawksome.
I heard one of the greatest cover bands in my entire life last night, boozing it up to a bar tab that I most certainly did not expect. Also learned a valuable life lesson, maybe two, that I’m not gonna forget anytime soon.
Check your pockets, kids.
But wow, that’s a lot of damn people, as I strut down 5th Ave. and get closer to the shopping districts. Immaculate storefronts and rows upon rows of silky white dresses here and there, souvenir shops scattered about, clothing, shoes, hats (Picked up a new one. Part of that life lesson), and all sorts of other shit. People carrying bags, their children, their dogs, anything they can get their hands on it seems.
I still haven’t heard a New York accent yet.
So many beautiful, random, intriguing people, all in one city. The prime culmination of civilization it seems. But there’s so many. Astounding people, I’m sure. Yet I’m supposed to mean something to someone? It’s a bit depressing, just to take it all in, sitting in a chair amidst potted flowers while taxis scream by 10 feet behind you.
More and better thoughts as they come.
"If you step out in front of me I will fucking hit you!"
Damn bicyclists.
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