What can I say…I just really love this guy!
I just actually had to stop and think about how old I am. Like stop walking and go, wait, did I have my birthday already? and then subtract.
This kid is remarkably cheerful about having had his hand cut off.
One of my favourite New York things is how the police sometimes drive Dickie Dee ice cream cars.
There’s a set of sisters sitting across from me on the M3. The eldest is perhaps thirteen, the middle one eight or nine, the youngest no more than six. The oldest one is holding their baby brother, and the three of them are calmly discussing a murder case.
I paid my deposit and picked up my keys for the new place, and found a sofa to crash on so I’m out of the hotel. Now I’m going to do nothing whatsoever for the rest of today.
American business names are weird. Everything’s like ‘Liberty This’ and ‘Freedom That’ and ‘Hamburger Something Else.’