Getting a tight body is pretty easy if you hate noms and love to be run through the paces by a man named Damian that has no qualms about making you throw up during training sessions. I do love to jog in the morning though. I’m about to leave NYC for a few months to hang out in Florida and visit family in California and make some pornography with Nica Noelle.
So I snapped some pictures along my jog this morning as the sun was rising. Feeling I was going to be away for a while. I’m going to miss the Great White sharks in the bay. Yes, they’re in there. I read all about it. I like to imagine them gliding through the cold water beneath me as I run along the pier at Battery Park amidst all the morning fisherman and masturbating homeless guys lining the park benches.
Driven by Boredom sticker on crossing signal
Some times it feels like there are two cities. The shit one we all live in, and the beautiful Baroque one on top.
The Eternal Flame. I've gone jogging in blizzards and seen this thing warmly flickering through snow banks.
Statue of goddess reclining on Lion in front of Museum of the Native American. This always reminds me of Nica.
The Statue of Liberty in the blue hours.
Naval Memorial. That's a 20 foot eagle getting ready to pounce on your shit.
Angel over City Hall at sunrise.
The sharks that live in the bay:
XOXO,
Sovvy
