The Eyes Of A Spectator

So after a weekend at my my mother's, I was getting out of her house around 4:00. After I got out, I decided to call Mike and see what he was up to. It turns out that he was at the MoMa museum, in queens, which is a good museum to stop by if you ever get a chance.

Anyway, we decide to meet up at around 6:00 at Penn Station in the city.

My mother lives on 126th street, whereas Penn Station is on 34th street. Great right?

So I decided, eh, why not? And I walked the whole way. That is a staggering 92 city blocks, and it took me about 3 hours. If I had walked completely straight, it would have taken me maybe an hour and a half, but I had a lot of fun walking through. I parkoured through a lot of the terrain and got a very good work out.

That's pretty much a personal record for me.

The closest memory I can think of, of walking an obscene amount, was at around 1 AM, when I was around 12 years old at night, with my city friends. What a night that was. We walked for hours and hours.

I'd like to review something the next post.

Thanks for all the commentary on my previous post, those who directly talked to me about it, and those who commented. I feel cared for, and special.