Sunday
01Nov2009
My home is New York City, my home is Washington D.C.
Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 3:10PM Metro Center, at 11PM on a Friday night in the heart of Washington D.C, is absolutely dead. You might as well be in Springfield, Ohio.
The only other people within a visible radius were the other people who had taken the Bolt Bus with me from New York, and a couple of wandering tranny prostitutes who were clearly new at this. If there are any newbie tranny prostitutes looking to make a quick buck in our nation's capital, head over to Georgetown and Capitol Hill. That's where our closeted elected officials with deep pockets live.
After hopping on the Metro, two things quickly occured to me about the city that I used to call home:
tagged new york city, nostalgia, washington d.c, where is home
new york city, nostalgia, washington d.c, where is home 