Yes, there's nothing pretty about it, I puked on the New York City subway. I think it was a red line, maybe 2 or 3? To all my fellow passengers, and to Lizzy, I'm so sorry. Believe you me, I would have avoided it if I could. I think it was the heat that got to me. The station under the WTC feels like well over 40C and my body was revolting.
And yet, it feels like some sort of rite of passage. I survived. And now I'm back baby, and ready to go on a double decker bus tour.
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