First and Ninth

If wishes upon sunsets came true, I would be here every Monday. Today is Monday. Florescent lights, walls are white. I’ll keep wishing before the fall of every night.

Wish Upon a Sunset

Walk through me so I can take your pain.

Sleep sound so I can meet you in your dreams.

It will come...eventually

Resort to Ocean Dance

Due to public transportation, no matter where you are headed, you will be 10 minutes early or late, give or take an hour.

If you are lucky, sometimes off duty lights on a cab do not apply.

The lit red hand at the cross-walk is just a suggestion. Getting the white man without waiting at a cross street is like not waiting in line for the bathroom at a crowded bar on a Saturday night.

Sunglasses and headphones…make you invisible.

The sidewalks are our streets. When tourists stop and look at pretty buildings, they are going 30 in the fast lane. MOVE. We’re not all bitchy New Yorkers…just trying to get from point A to point B.

Likewise, we fight, make-out, dance, play instruments, paint, eat, watch movies, groom and do many other domestic activities on sidewalks. I mean, we live in 700 sq. ft., over priced flats.

Times Square?…only when you have someone in from out of town.

We get to go to Duane Reade in our torn PJs because someone will always look more ridiculous (normal) than us. No judgement.

Coming out a subway exit, unless you come out of the same one on a regular basis, is like being dropped off in the middle of a map without a compass.

We may be the only 20 and 30 something year olds, outside of college, that move in with total strangers.

We know when the city sleeps.

My friend under the box

No matter how long you’ve lived here, the sound of police and fire sirens do not become soothing.

The scent of a cab is the luck of the draw. We all have to pay our dues.

There’s one magical day at the end of the winter, when spring rears its head and causes mass skin exposure, crowded patio drinking and unexpected call-ins to work the following morning. It’s a beautiful thing.

Giving directions feels like getting 100 on a test.

Winter to Spring. Bring patios and Beer

You’re never bored but usually broke.

Kevin Bacon and six degrees – out…Mark Zuckerburg and one degree – in. Everyone is one person away from knowing someone. Be careful what you say.

You can point to any pair of shoes in your closet and tell where they pinch your feet or leave marks after any extended trip from your apartment.

Yelling at cars that are about to hit you REALLY does feel great.