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About 2 am, I thought my homie had a tragic, intentional demise, but I found out that he lived. So, hooray! Since I was still distraught, I couldn't sleep. Eventually my lids dropped, and passed out at about 6 am. Mind that I had school, so I had to wake up in the next 30 minutes. Uhm, that didn't work out. I woke up at about 8 am. I had to wake my momma up so she can give me a ride to school, but she got pissed off.
My momma bombarded me with hurtful words I didn't need to hear. I really wasn't in the mood for anything. She ended up driving me to school anyways, but when I got home, I packed my stuff and fled to the city. I was planning to stay there for the whole Labor day weekend, but that didn't work out too well. Lol.
Anywho.. I LOVE NEW YORK CITY! I can live there, but I can't stay there for too long. I have no patience for traffic, nor the nastiness of the subways and the streets. But, I love it because it's an adventure, and some of the people I know there are worth the trip. The City relaxes me for some reason. Just being around random, uncanny people makes me feel welcome. As peculiar as that may sound, it's true. I love it. It's one of my natural highs.
September 4th continued..
YES, escape to the city! My friend took me out to eat at this burger joint, and it was fantabulous. Here are pictures from the first time we ate there. I was too hungry to take a picture from the recent one.
Washington Square Park
Went to Harlem, drank, went to Times Square around 2 am, drank, walked around, bought Halal, then left.
In the afternoon, friend and I went out to eat. We got Thai food. It was ambrosial. We had hot sake, too. Good Stuff.
Went back to Jersey, went to a bar, drank, got home around 3:30 ish am.