I was back in New York.
Chillin’ on a bench in Central Park.
Eating baos at Eddie Huang’s Baohaus.
Playing sake drinking games with Giri-giri san and Champion Cuddler.
Sitting on the bus as New Yorkers refused to hold back their feelings on other boroughs.
Watching street dancers back at Central Park.
And in the end, I could only confirm what we already knew: no place does bagels, breaking, boroughs, and brutal honesty like New York City.