The New Porker

I lived in a beautiful apartment in beautiful West Village. I ate. I supped in the East, brunched in FiDi, picnicked in Central Park and had late night grub in Koreatown. I ate. I hung out in the Upper West, and shopped on Fifth, in Soho and in fleas as close as Chelsea and as 'far' as Brooklyn. I ate. I weekended upstate in the Catskills and took the Chinatown bus to Washington, DC. I ate. I rode the subway, sometimes on the Express without realising - I blame it on the underground sunglasses. I ate. I hailed a cab or two but mostly walked the town. I ate. I bumped into celebrities on strolls, and knew someones who knew someones. I ate. I attended live music sessions, at the Lincoln, the 'Merc' and in the subways. I ate. I watched outdoor opera. I ate.

For a month, I was a true blue New Porker.

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