unnecessaryz

Yes! I just went through what must have been the ten thousandth fear related incident in NYC since I moved here three years ago. And I always seem to get the best possible seats when this shit goes down. WTC: I was working on a movie, for free mind you, that had its central office located two block away from it. I got the terror filled pleasure of watching the second plane fly over my head and do its thing while the shockwave annihilated the plate glass windows behind me. Now I get stuck in an office that's ill equipped to handle long term power loss...in China Town no less. A lovely stop on any savvy tourist's itinerary, it's a wonderous land filled with culture and more horribly ancient people per capita than anywhere else in the world. It's also probably the furthest point in the city from where I live. Seeing as how I'd rather be stuck at home than stuck at work, I made the seven and a half mile trek to my house where an ice cold bath awaited my now mangled feet. It was pretty hilarious too, because I didn't have any cash on me. Did I say hilarious? I meant retardedly tragic. As any good survival expert will tell you, plastic is just plastic when there's no ATM to swipe it through. That being said, you may have already guessed that I made this trip water-less. I'm so smart it may actually kill me. Anyway, when I finally made it back to my house with lips that now resembled gummy worms, I assembled an impressive collection of kitchen knives (Ginsu!) and prayed I wouldn't have to use them to sway any difficult Mr. Softy vendors. I basically spent the rest of the night wandering the streets eating sandwiches and drinking Kool-Aid while stopping any place that had a radio. It was kind of cool actually. Except for the drunk Irish guy that clearly wanted me to come back home with him, possibly for fuck related reasons. Oh well, if I was going to be trapped, I wish it could have at least been with my guest from the previous night.