On the Road Again
OK, y'all, I do not want to go back to Canada. I've been telling this to anyone who will listen, but it doesn't make it any less true.
Last night got to catch up with my friend Greg from Room Service (shout-out to his lovely lady Kristine, who I can't wait to get to know better.) We went for pizza at Lombardi's in Little Italy and then got paper cups of coffee and cream canoli pastries and chilled on a bench in Chinatown for ages. Greg feels the way I feel about the city, and hip-hop, and food, so there's always loads to gab about.
Today it's pouring rain and I'm packing. Tomorrow, I'm off. Expect the blog to get a little sour for a minute or two. I always get blue when I have to leave New York.
Last night got to catch up with my friend Greg from Room Service (shout-out to his lovely lady Kristine, who I can't wait to get to know better.) We went for pizza at Lombardi's in Little Italy and then got paper cups of coffee and cream canoli pastries and chilled on a bench in Chinatown for ages. Greg feels the way I feel about the city, and hip-hop, and food, so there's always loads to gab about.
Today it's pouring rain and I'm packing. Tomorrow, I'm off. Expect the blog to get a little sour for a minute or two. I always get blue when I have to leave New York.
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