It was in Central Park where we had the quintessential NY experience.

As we were walking through Strawberry Fields, by the John Lennon "Imagine" sign, a walking guy and a runner bumped into each other.
Watch where the fuck you're going! Asshole.
Fuck you
No- fuck you!
You wanna go asshole? I'll take you down.
Try it, you fuck...
And so it went. The runner would try to continue on his run, and the other guy would chase him and take a swing. One of them connected at least once. It was all a bit surreal. And do we carried on...
This day would not be without eating. By this time it was past noon. We went to a diner and ordered breakfast. Jimmy met us there. We proceeded to 5th ave where Suzanne and I split off from the guys- they went to the park to smoke a cigar, we went to buy lipstick (our favorite pastime!)
We all parted ways around 5. Another power nap and then back out, our last evening in NYC.

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