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Well that was nice

Because of bus dickery, I got stuck in NYC overnight while heading back to DC from Connecticut. I stayed with my ex, Mani, and it turned out really well. No awkward feelings, no bitterness, no backbiting or anything. Just good videogame action (I was talked into playing 'Silent Hill: Shattered Memories' and promptly died like a dozen times) and a good helping of sardonic banter. It was a thoroughly good time.

I'd almost forgotten how much I love New York; it all came back to me as I finished my cheap ass pizza and lit up a cigarette on the way to Port Authority. It plays well into both my people-watching and life-lovey compulsions. I could sit on a corner and watch the traffic with possibly a cigarette or iced coffee or even in ball-sweating heat, and just smile at life. You know what? I've got. Hour to kill; I think I might go and enjoy a bit more of life instead of sitting around this underground bus cavern if I can

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