And what if New York City makes you realize that everyone has something to lose too? I enter the subway. There is a man lying on the floor. By his attire I assume he is homeless. His dirty pants dropped below his butt, his shoes are missing one sole, his jacket, well, everything about him looked ...
Something to lose
Nothing to lose
In New York City every day you can see people behaving like they have nothing to lose. They run and sing out loud, they dance topless, they say what they think, they seem to live on some sort of edge, or maybe they are just truly themselves? One Sunday afternoon, a guy walks into a Starbucks. He ...
Like mother(s) like daughter(s)
In New York City there are plenty of occasions to be friends with people who seemingly are completely different from you. There is something that connects you, maybe you both like parties, maybe you met at a social gathering like meetup or couchsurfing, or maybe some other specific occasion brought ...
My normal friends
In New York city sooner than in other places you give up on searching for what is normal. Some people, though, still try, because most of us grew up like this, categorizing reality and people around us by normal and not so normal. Joe and I went to Central Park on one Sunday afternoon to watch ...
Figuring out my goals over Alfredo pasta
In New York City it's good to have a goal, they say. I met this Italian guy, (let’s call him Giuseppe, why not) in a game bar. We played pool, and then a beer pong, until one of us dropped, and I think it might have been me. I was escorted to an uber. Later on, Giuseppe proposed to ...
