We walked two hours straight, thirty plus blocks. Penn Station to the water through Battery Park, Battery City and eventually, we arrived at the seaport. We had made it through the heat, drenched in happiness.
The back of a long line of kids of all kind awaited us. NY hipsters; the late 20s crowd; Mohawks, but not punks; cameras-around-necks, etc.
I could see Jersey City and New York City. One of my favorites and one I've never stepped foot in. Both looked like well-lit cardboard cutouts, perfectly aligned with the view from the island.
Well, Portugal. The Man was fucking incredible. I find it hard to listen to their songs now because they are all that much better live. Their albums don't do them justice, but hey, that's not their fault. I wish I was good enough in my lifetime to be half as good as them, with their ability to jam and send emotions up and down my spine. Damn!
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