Impromptu public dance parties are such a thing that they’re apparently the new normal in New York City. If this is what New York is now, a magical playground where the R train can turn into a rave at any moment and everyone just goes along with it, I don’t think it’s for me. I’m going to have to move to eastern Oregon or someplace where people are depressed and mind their own business. That’s more my thing.
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