September 21, 2012 scottcjones 3Comments

Phillip’s mother drove us to the subway entrance. She put the car in park, then delivered a brief speech on how to survive in New York City. She told us to carry our wallets in our front pockets; to keep a spare $20 in our socks for cab fare, in case we got mugged; to never unfold a map, no matter how lost we were; to walk with the flow on sidewalks, not against it. She told us to stick together. She told us not to walk down any streets that didn’t feel right to us. Then she let us…