New York, Day 3.

I tried to get a new job. I will wait by the phone for them to call.

 I tried to sell my soul for free product.

 South street something or other.

Brasserie for restaurant week. Enough fancy dinners for the rest of the year.

All I can hope for is the opportunity to visit the Jersey Shore. Every time I see a sign for New Jersey, I fist pump like a champion. Sometimes the you gotta fight the beat.