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I was just attempting to take a picture of myself smiling and it produced some of the scariest images ever seen. I’m talking creepypasta-worthy

Big salsa dance in washington square park, had a lovely interaction with two very nice young women from New Orleans (who taught me the steps) RUINED by some drunk pervert who came over and tried to flirt with everyone around me. He says to me “you have autism? Asperger’s or whatever the fuck?” Men, as always,

Sure the women are beautiful in Spain and Italy but unforch, not like they are here. Just my opinion. Plus the style is more interesting, like the aforementioned old guy with a big mess of hair, and a dog that looked the same, wearing lederhosen. It’s the variety

I was exactly right when I said all I needed was to get into the city. Sunny beautiful day. Smells like the city. Sounds like the city. Khao soi was pretty good: Watching a killer jazz trio in union sq park. Skinny white kid in a Guinea tee and big ass camo shorts going crazy on the trumpet. Playing some Miles. Just saw a guy in straight up lederhosen!

Is it a khao soi day or a hainanese chicken day. What we feeling

Feeling exceptionally poorly. Feeling like a fish washed up on land. I really think that every decision I’ve ever made in life has been the wrong one. I’d gladly go back to a checkpoint a decade or two ago and do everything the exact opposite way. Probably would still end up feeling sucky. Wouldn’t matter either way I guess

If I could ask everyone one kind favor it would be to go out and talk to random people, be kind of a weird person who has strange conversations. Throw your social anxiety into the furnace. You gotta do it for me. If a genie granted me a wish, that’s what I’d be doing all day every day