infinite zest - 2017-02-28 In 2000 I got accepted to NYU and Fordham and went to NYC even though I knew I wanted Madison Wisconsin. I guess it was a good opportunity to visit my brother in New Haven too but I didn't because it was fucking snowing in practically May, which took the cabbies by storm because I guess they put away their winter gear or something. Driver's basically skiing at times and in the confusion thought I said "Fordham" and "University." No. Fordham University is on Fordham St, not University Ave. So I was, I dunno 2 miles away from the University in the middle of the Bronx in a snowstorm. Where I'm from gets a snow dump or 2 once every decade or so, so I fucking loved it. Just kicking snow around, listening to Poison Idea and hoping I given the right direction to walk in. Anyway, it was incredibly peaceful. And it's not that I was naive: I was an 18 year-old white kid walking around looking lost in one of the most dangerous parts of a dangerous borough; the fucking former head honcho of a Bronx Precinct was their security guy. But on that day I FELL IN LOVE! The silence of the snowflakes landing on buildings taller than any I'd ever seen, and here I was, too. A unique snowflakes in a city of.. of.. fucking WONDER!!! Love you NYC!
Next day the snow was gone. Missed subway and NYU tour. Got chewed out by a cabbie for waiting in such a bad neighborhood all the way back in JFK. stepped in a condom filled with feces on the other subway. Fuck you NYC.
Bort - 2017-02-28 Carmen San Diego isn't supposed to announce her location.