I was minding my own business and swigging my beer on a rooftop deck on W 28th St when I was cornered by the Jersey Twins.
They were both really cute, they had me feeling a little insecure.
We’re talking and getting to know each other.
I’m asked what I do for fun.
I explained that I was roaming around America with a backpack and taking it all in.
I don’t think they believed me.
The one on my left sneered and asked “And how is America? Is it beautiful?”
His friend, who I favored more: “Is it horrible?”
From my left: “Is it amazing?”
His friend: “Is it tragic?”
I didn’t have a good answer for that.
But I was living for how these two bitchy manicured cosmo sipping queens from Jersey were trying to make fun of me … or flirt with me … or perhaps both… and in the process had managed to accidentally sum up the human condition from the roof of the NYC Eagle.
They had just made my night
I thought about the question.
I grinned and simply replied “yes.”
I took my beer over to the edge of the roof and sat down alone wishing that Donald Trump would lose the election, stay in New York City, and build a Great Big Beautiful Wall to keep New Jersey out instead.