I'd suppose that one of the great things about living in New York is that it really teaches you to appreciate the parks.
Any wide open space that has trees and grass is pretty much all it takes to quell the inner terror of living in this hell hole.
Just find a little spot to park the bike, make sure to lock it, and sit back and relax.
We been frequenting many varieties of parks as of late.
I have to say the new favorite is right by the hospital that Burger was born in.
There is a beaten dirt path around the perimeter, and yesterday he and I ran almost around the entire thing.
Up an down hills, ducking under branches, pushing people over...
It was great bonding time.
Lot's of High Fives were exchanged.
Then we went to the Home Depot but they didn't have the shit I wanted so he said "fuck this" and we left.
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