Even in June car sleeping gets cold, when migrating through the mountains. Though it’s still nothing like being in a snow storm, broke, parked somewhere downtown Boston. *Car on, sleep, wake, car off, sleep, wake, car on, sleep, wake*
One of the best things about New York is how it looks when you leave it.
I’m in Chicago with a sweaty glass and the last watery sip of an old fashioned. My name is not Rick, this bar's not in Astoria, and it’s sure as hell not in Harlem.