So I'm back in NYC, up and running all of twenty minutes or so and catching the subway uptown to where I'm staying. Sitting across from tired, sweaty me clutching my suitcase to keep it from rolling around the A train is a twentysomething year-old woman reading a book called Nasty Dick.
Not a magazine. Not a pamphlet. Not a manga collection. An actual book. Called Nasty Dick.
I love this city and have missed it so.