One time when I lived in New York, I was walking to El Quijote- the most fun, red boothed, Spanish restaurant next door to the Chelsea Hotel.
"We are what we settle for" or worse lost.
Weird parallel. I got punched in the face on the corner of Houston and Eldridge once. Broad day light, 3pm. Total stranger. Nobody did anything.
"We are what we settle for" or worse lost.
Weird parallel. I got punched in the face on the corner of Houston and Eldridge once. Broad day light, 3pm. Total stranger. Nobody did anything.