Central park and suckers.

I'm heading to central park after a mani pedi. Deep sky blue was my color of choice.

I'm meeting friends in a dog park, in central park, without my dog. This probably makes me a bad person.

As I promise myself, I'll make it up to her later, a man that looks like he'd be your boxing coach as a kid, tries to sell suckers to the F train. His sales pitch included a mantra of "having sex and all that good stuff." because, "life's too short," he exclaimed. "you never know when you are going to go."

Maybe, I won't be making it up to stevie after all.

I didn't buy a sucker.