The subways are absolutely beautiful and vibrant and dark and each station has its own personality. I could ride them all night and not care where I get off. Every language in the world is spoken on the train from faces of every color... they don't see you either.
We left the home of Mobb Deep to Manhattan where we came out to see a gigantic sign written in Korean. It was pissing hard rain and our feet were soaked by the time we got off the first train.
I walked down the ave and glanced up at the Empire State Building to a beautiful art deco structure just stretching up into the clouds just out of sight from where I was standing. This was something very cinematic to someone like me who lives next to a cornfield.
A mental man speaking some form of middle eastern dialect mixed with gibberish was screaming and following us for about five minutes until we crossed over to Macy's where we spent too much time admiring and riding the beautiful wooden escalators. That was rad.
We got back on the subway and rode home again. A goon-looking man moved out of one car into ours and sat down in front of us. His hands were straight grimey and from his pocket he pulled out a pair of pliers which... when he saw me looking at him, put them back in his pocket and unzipped his coat from which he pulled out a black bag containing a bagel which he dutifully ate. This guy was rough. I respect that.
We got back up into the world and out of the ground. Past the two granite balls that I have seen in a Zoo York ad in Thrasher Magazine but never thought I would see in real life. This is New York. "Fuck you!" We traveled past the diverse drug dealers and middle class of Queens and into this cafe called Briarwood Cafe. I ordered what I have to say was the best meal I have ever ordered at a restaurant. Amazing. On our way home we walked by a scene that you only see in rap music videos. I'm talking about the three boys wearing black with the cellphones out swapping products and making phone calls.
This city is filthy. It smells like piss. The people are very beautiful and unique in their own way. Every tag scribbled on every post and every sidewalk section has a thousand stories. I love this city.
Coney Island tomorrow. Maybe the Statue of Liberty. We'll see.
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