ok guys, most of my friends are still suprised to hear this (although I have told them millions of times, friends.) that I’ve never been to New York.

Welp, I guess that isn’t true anymore because I went there twice Friday on my way
to Chicago. Well, I guess that isn’t wholly true, the first time we went there the plane
didn’t exactly land, it didn’t exactly get all the way to New York either.  They didn’t
fill it with enough gas to do that.
But after turning around to Richmond, Va, and a full tank of gas later they had
another go at it and we landed in New York.  Let me tell you, New York is really big!
And new Yorkers don’t like to deal with other people’s shit.  Which you gotta respect.
I found this out after I realized the fuel ambivilent airline i flew into New York on
had booked my connection on another flight on another airline that they weren’t quite sure what it was or where it was for that matter.  After being turned
around a bit.  I came to believe that I could actually survive New York if I was to move there. After meeting a kindly chartered bus driver I reallized New Yorkers speak my language, that is my language being a fistful of crumpled ones.