One of our housemates, Cleo. A cool cat.
Another cool cat, this time Suz, our hostess with mostish.
This is just before we went out to the Highline Ballroom.
Rach goes mental on escalators. Very mental...
New York. Not our neighbourhood. This one's much nicer...
Rach on the Manhattan Bridge. She is being stalked by Adam. I don't blame him.
Did I tell you what a discarded crack vial looks like? Well it looks pretty much exactly like what I'm holding in my fingers. I didn't notice them for a week, until a flatmate pointed them out. Now I see hundreds of them. Well, OK, maybe ten or eleven, but I suddenly noticed them.
Anyway, it tastes great.... just kidding! It actually tastes awful.
Rach is trying to figure out American politics. Good luck, babe.
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