Subjective experience of a move to NY and my work here. And a trip through the other states...
NY
lördag 24 september 2011
Ghost biker
Going home on my bike just before midnight along broadway wearing a ghost mask and helmet was of course a sight for tourists and taxi drivers alike. I am generous like that. But the guy who had the best reaction was a guy in Morning side who where hanging out with the buddies outside a cornerstone. The sound he made can not be written with these letters. I hailed him with some other unwritable sound and headed of in the night.
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