Feeling a little "wild", I decided to walk the trails of Forest park
And a newspaper. Oh, okay, he probably just went shopping and was reading a newspaper in quiet in the woods. He had two of those refill cans out of the package because he simply wanted to sample the smell. Right... dude was fucking huffing in the middle of the woods. I bid him adieu and he replied with more gutteral airwick noises. Between the fuck-hut and the huffer, I must say Forest park is a great place to bring the kids.
Anyways, today I decided to go to Manhattan and walk around. Maybe walk to the Met because I'm a cheap bastard. Unfortunately, google maps took me nowhere near the Met, so I ended up just walking up and down Broadway. It was a pretty good time, I found that the street-advertisers, homeless people, cops and basically everyone will ignore you if you have headphones in. I listened to all of my newly-procured RJD2 albums and walked the streets in peace. On the way back, I got off of the Subway and walked the wrong way. I had to re-enter the E and F station at a stop I had already passed on the way to my intended stop. So my tourist-esque mistake cost me another $2.25 and a good chunk of my dignity.