Ah, NYC. I am here, the wierd whoop-whoop of ambulance/police sirens, people who walk right into you on the streets with a stone cold face, and tourists. First order of biz in the am: bagel loaded for hell day, buying a new cell phone so I can flush the old one down the toliet. 
Oh yeah, the guys are freaking hot here, but the girls are too damn skinny. 
Oh yeah, the guys are freaking hot here, but the girls are too damn skinny.