Back to life, Back to reality

Not even thirty seconds after I step back onto Manhattan pavement, I am greeted in the typical New York fashion: "Hey- nice coat. How about you get on your knees and give me a blow job."

My coat really is fantastic.

Although he clearly has excellent taste, I decided to let that one go. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that.

Nice to be back. Really, though. It's very nice to be back.