Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Day 6: Krypton.
This is the house I grew up in. My mom still lives in it, so I'm able to keep a set of clothes here and just walk onto a plane in LA with virtually no need to pack. It also means that yesterday I technically did my laundry for the first time in a year… Nothing says “New York” better than a New York mug or t-shirt from the Citgo gas station around the corner… A recent dress-code prohibits NYC cabbies from wearing swim trunks. Was this so rampant it needed to be regulated?… I watched the movie Porky's late last night, to see if it held up. With time and perspective, it’s clear it was written by a nine-year-old boy.