Notes from New York City

I'M WALKING HEAAAAH

I'm currently writing this from my penthouse suite at the top of the Empire State Building. "But Bandy!" you cry, peasantly. "There is no penthouse suite in the empire state building!"

That's what you think.

Here we go! For my ten year belated poniversary, I've moved to New York City! I've forsaken all of my material comforts, downgraded from a full bed to a twin, and sacrificed my personal space and mobile autonomy to the whims of two random roommates and a janky subway transit system, all to fuck around with seedy jazz musicians in honest-to-god KGB-themed bars in the east village and acquire unhealthy amounts of falafel at ass-early hours. Bandy ain't ready.

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Comments

[Mica]

Congrats on the move! Hope you enjoy living there.