Although the gig I'm on seems increasingly pointless and frustrating, there are some nice things about being in Midtown at three in the morning. Things are all lit up and pretty:
I also found my first Taxi Master yesterday. Caught a cab home at zero dark thirty and went from 49th and Sixth all the way downtown to my house without hitting a single spotlight. It was a little bit of Manhattan satori.
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