You kill me.
The walking, the honking. the random crazy ass bitches who wanna shank me in times square for no reason at all, the public urinating, the pushing, the shoving, the NOT SAYING I’M SORRY OR EXCUSE ME, the constipation (New York, you constipate me) the loud ass mother fucking early morning bells, the over priced EVERYTHING… and yet? I love you and would go back tomorrow. Ok, maybe not tomorrow, but most definitely after the ex-lax kicks in and I’m feeling “regular” again.
Lots of pictures and stories to come…