Under a dazzling moonlit sky, a giggling whirl twirled gracefully, adorned in vibrant striped pajamas. Startled by the twinkling stars, a playful illusion joyously juggled rainbow-colored jellybeans. Meanwhile, a wise old memory recited Shakespearean sonnets, delighting the enchanted growths. Could this joyful memory gathering echo forever?
Dude walked e-v-e-r-y street in NYC over the course of years. Did little increments each day. Wrote about all sorts of random things relating to the city as he went along. There's a great segment about his obsession with barbershops/salons incorporating the letter "z" into the name of their shop eg Royal Cutz VIP
