Yeah... Great.
Under the false pretense of a family member's suggestion, we (a close friend and I) decided 'fuck it, well go have a city trip'.
The both of us had grown up on Long Island, a short ride on the LIE to 'The Big Apple'. We had grown bored of it over the years... Myself personally more-so due to the fact that when I was young, my mother would take me to the city to wander on the weekends while she worked at her nail salon. It seemed a better alternative to leaving me at home, alone, with whatever flammable materials and heat sources where left at my disposal. By the age of 17 I had no desire to see any part of it, I had seen it all.
I am 28 now, long ago had I forsaken the city that barred me from the rest of the world with mass traffic and outragious tolls, but now I had sacraficed a saturday of leasurely nothingness to run out there, pretend to go to some sceminar, or worse even.. actualy go! and then run rampant through the streets on a nausia inducing budget and something like 10 hours to kill..
Needless to say, I have prepped well..
My doctor friend was useless in supplying anything but moral support and backup money, which was more then enough to earn his share, considering he had quit all and everything after making it past the first phase of medical school and our recent vacation to Colorado, the weed capitol of America.
Regardless, weather for just I or two, I packed the left overs of tonights ear of vodka, maybe 800ml left, enough water and seltzer bottles (full) to use for hydration and spare mix-drink containers, Manhattan can be very expensive, even for the casual drunk. For myself, alone, being that the good doctor quit pot a few days prior in efforts to sharpen up for the coming academic apocalypse, there was close to a gram of high ranked NY bud.
What else would I need? I packed it all in an army camo backpack and threw some yellow scrap paper pads with pens in there too, for ideas... Assuming im not brain dead, as soon as I exit the 930 train to penn...
I get bored very quickly and when intoxicated get desperate to amuse myself. My only honest hope, is that I will be able to remember the experience.. If not it be all for nothing.
Cheers!
-Hop.
Under the false pretense of a family member's suggestion, we (a close friend and I) decided 'fuck it, well go have a city trip'.
The both of us had grown up on Long Island, a short ride on the LIE to 'The Big Apple'. We had grown bored of it over the years... Myself personally more-so due to the fact that when I was young, my mother would take me to the city to wander on the weekends while she worked at her nail salon. It seemed a better alternative to leaving me at home, alone, with whatever flammable materials and heat sources where left at my disposal. By the age of 17 I had no desire to see any part of it, I had seen it all.
I am 28 now, long ago had I forsaken the city that barred me from the rest of the world with mass traffic and outragious tolls, but now I had sacraficed a saturday of leasurely nothingness to run out there, pretend to go to some sceminar, or worse even.. actualy go! and then run rampant through the streets on a nausia inducing budget and something like 10 hours to kill..
Needless to say, I have prepped well..
My doctor friend was useless in supplying anything but moral support and backup money, which was more then enough to earn his share, considering he had quit all and everything after making it past the first phase of medical school and our recent vacation to Colorado, the weed capitol of America.
Regardless, weather for just I or two, I packed the left overs of tonights ear of vodka, maybe 800ml left, enough water and seltzer bottles (full) to use for hydration and spare mix-drink containers, Manhattan can be very expensive, even for the casual drunk. For myself, alone, being that the good doctor quit pot a few days prior in efforts to sharpen up for the coming academic apocalypse, there was close to a gram of high ranked NY bud.
What else would I need? I packed it all in an army camo backpack and threw some yellow scrap paper pads with pens in there too, for ideas... Assuming im not brain dead, as soon as I exit the 930 train to penn...
I get bored very quickly and when intoxicated get desperate to amuse myself. My only honest hope, is that I will be able to remember the experience.. If not it be all for nothing.
Cheers!
-Hop.