It was a gray and miserable afternoon in WSP, rainy and wet, the kind of day where nature knows just how you feel. Ferdinand was sitting on a bench, eating a falafel and throwing bits of it to the pigeons. I sat down next to him.
Who would sit on a wet bench? This story is obviously fake.
should move this to general for more views. compelling read at the very least, the shit that happens every day that we don't think about is unnerving. chills down the spine
On January 29 2010 22:05 leejas wrote: It happens more often than you think. The NYU scene isn't all that farfetched either.
This.
While I can't vouch for the veracity of his adventures in Brooklyn or the Bronx, as a student at NYU right now, I will say that his description of the NYU scene is quite accurate haha.
Sounds like a movie plot. As above posters said though, whether or not it's true is mostly irrelevant. It was a good enough read that it was very much worth the time. Thanks for posting.