BX, Queens, Brooklyn, Money Makin' Manhattan

..was the best thing since cheeze whiz.

everything made sense on the streets of New York. The over priced subway rides, the unpriced street food, the free jams, the two hours of work put in to make sure they were free and the constant feeling of belonging while strap hanging on the subway. It made sense more than any other place has ever made sense for me in my entire life. I can say that now with surefire attitude. The cramped damp hostel, the open spacious fire escape that was my little corner of solace amongst the rage of bustle thirty feet below, the awe inspiring culture curated by best friends and friendly strangers, the churning masses of time conscious go-anywheres, the ruckus from the locals, the ever suspicious tourists who conceal their travel maps as if having one immediately made you a mark, and finally the cravings for Grey's papaya at 7am after a long twelve hours sitting with DV One, Tony Touch, Frank151 and the head of Supreme New York in a $5k a month flat. It just worked. It clicked. It congealed. It coagulated. It came together and now I miss it already. Pictures shortly.