All I want(ed)....

observations of New Yorker's living in a city of concrete where the foliage is expendable.

You win some, you lose some.

It was a mighty struggle,

we were both determined,

yet in the end;

playground one, Scott zero.

an odd bunch for a last package touched by my hands.

 Isabella take her sultry sex kitten like charm to another level.  Reminded me of the  poised heroine in Blue Velvet while a  baby talking Dennis Hopper beats her, only this time she avoids a newspaper.

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We tired to document our night of bar hopping by getting photoboothed.  The plan was to see the progression of drunkeness, however, we both got tired and went home after 3 attempts.