I'm in town for work. Not hanging around for the NY Pro since Roelly already has this thing wrapped up.
Last night, I'm taking a relaxing stroll around Broadway. Some kid is selling Obama condoms. Some guy pissed his sweatpants. Some tranny goes jaywalking and nearly dies...
I continue my leisurely stroll and begin texting stuff to my boo back home. I turn on 46th off of B'way, kinda have to dodge some dressed up people going to David Mamet's (Glengarry Glen Ross) new play. I'm looking for a thai restaurant to get some spicy noodles and maybe some sushi.
I'm walking and texting and nearly avert a collision with someone. I look up and see this hardcore Getbigger millionaire with a trophy Russian model gf on his arm. He strides past me with a smile and a brief nod, as if to excuse me of my transgression.