First time tryin photoblogging, here goes nothing.
So I went to NYC this past weekend and oh man, where do I begin...
The trip was off to a rough start Friday morning when I realized I wasn't fully packed yet, nor did I have a ride to the bus station, but by an awesome stroke of luck a friend I haven't spoken to in maybe 5 years offered me a ride which was pretty fuckin cool. Got from Lansing to Detroit and Detroit to Pittsburgh without incident, finished my 2nd read through Blood Meridian and started No Country For Old Men, rolled into Pittsburgh around 11 pm with about 45 minutes to kill. I decided to take a stroll to find a nice bottle of water, the first lady I asked for directions seemed absolutely terrified of me and gave me bad directions to 7-11, but I found my way there and got back on the bus a-ok. Slept like shit all night on the bus ride, got into NYC at 7:30 AM and holy shit, talk about breathtaking. Walked around the Lower East Side for about 5 hours and seen some neat ass folk art
This one looks like it's taken a hostage.
And I'm pretty sure I've seen this one turnin tricks on Kalamazoo street.
So around 12:30 I decide to hit up a subway station and figure out how to ride them trains. This nice older woman was very nice and helped me figure out which train to take, and then a minute later her daughter gave me an unlimited weekend pass to ride the subway! Amazing luck, amazing people. Unfortunately, when I got to Brooklyn my friend (who was putting me up) was out and about and busy all day so I had to go exploring out in the rain for about 6 hours and then caught some dinner with an old friend. Caught up, ate some dank ass food and then turned in and slept like a rock.
Next morning I met back up with the other old friend for brunch and had a nice, chill afternoon telling dirty stories in a restaurant with white tablecloths.
Huge fucking veggie burger
Afterwards I bid my friends farewell and hopped a train back to Manhattan...
First time tryin photoblogging, here goes nothing.
So I went to NYC this past weekend and oh man, where do I begin...
The trip was off to a rough start Friday morning when I realized I wasn't fully packed yet, nor did I have a ride to the bus station, but by an awesome stroke of luck a friend I haven't spoken to in maybe 5 years offered me a ride which was pretty fuckin cool. Got from Lansing to Detroit and Detroit to Pittsburgh without incident, finished my 2nd read through Blood Meridian and started No Country For Old Men, rolled into Pittsburgh around 11 pm with about 45 minutes to kill. I decided to take a stroll to find a nice bottle of water, the first lady I asked for directions seemed absolutely terrified of me and gave me bad directions to 7-11, but I found my way there and got back on the bus a-ok. Slept like shit all night on the bus ride, got into NYC at 7:30 AM and holy shit, talk about breathtaking. Walked around the Lower East Side for about 5 hours and seen some neat ass folk art
This one looks like it's taken a hostage.
And I'm pretty sure I've seen this one turnin tricks on Kalamazoo street.
So around 12:30 I decide to hit up a subway station and figure out how to ride them trains. This nice older woman was very nice and helped me figure out which train to take, and then a minute later her daughter gave me an unlimited weekend pass to ride the subway! Amazing luck, amazing people. Unfortunately, when I got to Brooklyn my friend (who was putting me up) was out and about and busy all day so I had to go exploring out in the rain for about 6 hours and then caught some dinner with an old friend. Caught up, ate some dank ass food and then turned in and slept like a rock.
Next morning I met back up with the other old friend for brunch and had a nice, chill afternoon telling dirty stories in a restaurant with white tablecloths.
Huge fucking veggie burger
Afterwards I bid my friends farewell and hopped a train back to Manhattan for one of the best shows of my life. Although I missed most of the opening bands, I got there just in time for Indecision.
Who absolutely fucking blew me away, and then Madball and Crown of Thornz brought that shit down. And then...
Judge played, like they always said they never would again, which was of course completely fucking amazing and totally justified all the money I sank into this trip. After the show I caught a train back to Brooklyn and slept for about 3 hours before I had to get back up and make my way to the bus station.
I've got a thing for dice, knew this was my lucky train.
Talked to a few very friendly people. Met a kid from Detroit at the bus stop who was in town for some rave or something, hung out with him during my layover in Pittsburgh. This time around Pittsburgh sucked and almost everyone I interacted with more than a block away from the bus station was WAY rude. Penguins fans...
All-around the Megabus experience was enough to restore a little bit of my faith in humanity because I have never met such friendly people as I did on that bus. Fo real. Here's a funny little sign I seen in the bathroom
Maximum 1 secret agent per restroom? Interpret as you will, I guess...
My homie Cori came and grabbed me from the bus stop in Ann Arbor and drove me home, which was a refreshing start, but things only got more stressful I guess because when we got to my house she broke the news to me that someone (probably my roommate) punched out the bay window in the front of our house during one of his benders. Shit can't all be good I guess.
Anyways, on the bus ride back I realized some shit. What turned me into these heavy bouts of ramblin' was this girl who fucked me up pretty bad a while back, and I guess on the bus I realized: I'm fucking over it. I'm still gonna keep rambling and I got PLENTY of places to hit this summer but yeah, I can positively say I'm feeling fine. My lawnmowing business is hittin the ground running, I'm in the best shape of my life (indulging my vanity a little here)
And sometimes there's good things to wake me up in the morning
The world is mine, best look out.
So I went to NYC this past weekend and oh man, where do I begin...
The trip was off to a rough start Friday morning when I realized I wasn't fully packed yet, nor did I have a ride to the bus station, but by an awesome stroke of luck a friend I haven't spoken to in maybe 5 years offered me a ride which was pretty fuckin cool. Got from Lansing to Detroit and Detroit to Pittsburgh without incident, finished my 2nd read through Blood Meridian and started No Country For Old Men, rolled into Pittsburgh around 11 pm with about 45 minutes to kill. I decided to take a stroll to find a nice bottle of water, the first lady I asked for directions seemed absolutely terrified of me and gave me bad directions to 7-11, but I found my way there and got back on the bus a-ok. Slept like shit all night on the bus ride, got into NYC at 7:30 AM and holy shit, talk about breathtaking. Walked around the Lower East Side for about 5 hours and seen some neat ass folk art
This one looks like it's taken a hostage.
And I'm pretty sure I've seen this one turnin tricks on Kalamazoo street.
So around 12:30 I decide to hit up a subway station and figure out how to ride them trains. This nice older woman was very nice and helped me figure out which train to take, and then a minute later her daughter gave me an unlimited weekend pass to ride the subway! Amazing luck, amazing people. Unfortunately, when I got to Brooklyn my friend (who was putting me up) was out and about and busy all day so I had to go exploring out in the rain for about 6 hours and then caught some dinner with an old friend. Caught up, ate some dank ass food and then turned in and slept like a rock.
Next morning I met back up with the other old friend for brunch and had a nice, chill afternoon telling dirty stories in a restaurant with white tablecloths.
Huge fucking veggie burger
Afterwards I bid my friends farewell and hopped a train back to Manhattan...