Thoughts on NYC

For me, New York city is like a drug. It makes you feel good. It makes you forget about your troubles. It makes you feel sexy. It makes you feel invincible.

When I’m there, I see me. The people all see me. We are all looking at the same thing.

And then the trip is over when you get home and back to reality grasping on to memories, laughs, unreal moments. Rememories for days….

I don’t know why Gil Scott-Heron claimed that New York was killing him because it always gives me life.

And… I’m so looking forward to being in the city that I love so tomorrow.