He wrote his ode to “Manhattan”—a love letter to a glam version of the destination that was now tattered in pathetic fallacy, rain meeting tear as they together fell from faces freshly feeling the remorse of a newfound President-elect.
Nah, scratch that. That sentence has more adjectives than the number of courses at a stuffy French prix fixe.
He stumbled through the city, dizzied by the city’s technicolor lights as they streaked down the wet canvas of the night as though God had paired pint with paint.
Ugh. Preposterous. Who thinks like that? You’re a fucking idiot. Think about what Da Vinci said. “Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”
This is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside, and I’d like to take a second just sit right there, to tell you how I…
Never going to go for that. Too relevant to the day’s conversation.
It happened, as it does, in Manhattan. Last time, and this time, and likely every time until a girl was a boy’s or a boy was a girl’s…
He toiled with the novel that wouldn’t start itself, looking up to see his phone glowing at notification’s behest. He couldn’t be bothered. He’d finally gotten in five minutes of productivity between Facebook page refreshes.
Who the fuck hires a deadbeat hack journalist to come to this city to write a business story, anyway?
With his day’s allotment of patience spent, he huffed, slammed his laptop closed, grabbed his phone, and made a break for the city.
Into the crowd he leapt, only to be immediately tossed about like the county boy that he was from the moment he stepped foot outside. He shrugged himself down 44th street in search of a place to eat. As he did, he heard a gaggle of younger school kids roll on by, speaking in the local phonetics.
“Shit, girl, you don’t understand. His kicks was mad Broadway, yo!”
His ears perked at the use of Broadway as an adjective. He stopped in his tracks before, moments later, turning heel and bolting back towards his hotel.
It started with a Broadway girl.
N.b., Broadway is most often a reference to the street in Manhattan and the class of theater, but its use as an adjective has pockets of relevance in certain youth circles.