Back to NYC. Yesterday evening I wanted to cry into my pillow but had to work the graveyard shift. But no matter. Guess which classic NYC goon I spoke to on the phone at 5 in the morning. I'll give you a hint. Homeboy ordered large fries, chicken tenders, apple pie and vanilla ice cream, 2 large water bottles and a Diet Coke because he's so, so tall, and he must still be growing. Ugh, I guess coming back to reality ain't so bad!
