Chapter 3/9
Now I'm sitting in a computer lab. Yeah, quite a jump from doing nothing. My hands are really greasy so I'm having trouble writing. from the pizza I just had. $2.75 for the BIGGEST slice you will ever have, ever. It was delicious, took me like 25 minutes to eat though.
So here I am, circling the block Penn Station is on. I must've circled it 3 times by now. It's fucking cold so I went back inside for a few. I look at my phone, one missed call, fuck. I knew it was Dylan, but I didn't hear it. Right then, I started walking faster, went outside, and crossed over 33rd.
Once I made it to 34th and Eighth, I had no idea whether to go left or right. First instinct, as always, was left. What can I say, I'm a leftie. So I get to 7th and I'm just completely lost, not physically, but I just didn't want to have to think anymore. Time to let others do it for me!
I walked into the closest store, a Duane Reade, the first I saw, and asked the cashier where Broadway was. Turns out I had gone the complete wrong way and now had to walk 2 avenues in the opposite direction. Avenues are much longer than streets, by about 2.5.
As I passed by 8th, I got another call. It was Dylan again, thank god. By this time I was basically running because I thought he had already become impatient and left me. I began to slow my pace for the first time in about half-an-hour. This was the first time all day taht I knew things were going to be OK for a while. Well, at least after I walked the 100 yardds and met Dylan for the first time.
I've been writting so much, and I'm not even close to done with my first day, wow.
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