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| image: Tommy Ton of Anna Dello Russo |
I just Skyped my friend (which is probably the least bit interesting to anyone but us two) but she so politely asked me, "Like where are all your adventures? I like reading about them. Hurry up and do some fun stuff." Well, my friend, if you'd really like to know this is what traumatizing goodness I've been up to today.
First of all I caught the bus in the wrong direction aka not downtown but rather to my favourite uptown unstable neighbourhood called the Bronx. I then, rather swiftly, got back on the bus heading in the opposite direction. Crisis averted. I swear I'm like a ghetto magnet. I then met with a friend to catch the ferry to Staten Island. Fun you ask? Wonderful. We jetted past my old friend Libby (some call her Libertine, Libereia, or more often The Statue of Liberty). I had not seen that guuurl since January. She was still standing in the same position - crazy bitch. Any whom I disembarked the ferry in the same manner as Neil Armstrong would have done when taking his first steps on the moon. It was thrilling. Staten Island seemed pleasant from a far so I convinced my ever so impressionable friend to ride one of the bus routes in a full loop. Can you guess what happened next? Correct. Staten Island does in fact have a ghetto, similar to that of the Bronx. And you know what? The bus doesn't actually do a full loop! Unbelievable. It stops in the middle of nowhere, the driver says 'sorry not in service', you exit feeling more lost than that ridiculous Nemo fish, and to top it off you're in the projects. What a day. I do promise this story gets much more inthralling, but I think I will savor its goodness and keep it for my memoir later in life.
I promise much more excitement just like this. Also, if you wondering what the relevance of the image is, that's how out of place I felt. If you picture the majestic fountains as fire hydrants and the ground as hot tar, it's a pretty accurate depiction.
Peace y'all
Morgs
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