"If New York were a cat, it would eat your face after you collapsed in the kitchen from a heart attack."

one thing is for certain, once you are here, you cant avoid getting in a very emotional relationship with this city:
NY doesnt love you

sick with style

and:

I cant do this any longer.

then i got sick again and slept 12 hours.

When I woke up, I realized I had nothing at home to eat, so after a while I had to manage to get to Eagle (my weekend breakfast spot). Fever and all. Took me some time, but I got there. Then the girl at Eagle asked me how I was doing, I told her I felt a little sick... then ordered granola. Which comes usually in a small cup.
... And set down at my usual place at the window. Then the waiter came, smiled at me, told me "I hope this is going to make you healthy again" and put this in front of me:

...

then Laura brought me some magical juice.

I think I will survive.

friday - first lunch outside / Howard St

walking home

garbage

the view till new jersey

from the Pulaski Bridge: