NYC Diary #11

MONDAY

1:07 a.m. At Deuce’s and get offered pink cocaine. Never tried honestly. Had to look it up.

While pissing I think of what I want my next car poem to be (IMO the car series is as legendary as the months series). It’s gotta be a Porsche right. After a Benz, Tesla, and Audi how can it not be a Porsche. BMWs can get it too.

2:47 a.m. Don’t stress everybody. I fuckin got you.