December 2008
New York: I love you, you’re perfect. Now change. ...
Dear New York,
Holy balls! I have only known you for a tiny amount of time (though sometimes, in the quiet of the night when your street lights blare through my blinds, conscious time seems endless), but En-Why-See, you are my greatest pal. I have gallivanted through your concrete labrynth with really jolly new pals who make hilarity with me on a daily basis. In your dingy and littered streets I...
