When I was in Detroit, I had met a speaker called Vito Coletto who had announced on stage that despite his demeanor that he was actually a big teddy bear at heart. He proved this when he later on gave me a big cuddle on stage! We spoke behind the curtains and he advised me to go to Joe's pizza place when I visit New York. Of course he was half Italian like many in New York.
So I went to Joe's pizza place and picked up a slice. I walked to Union Square where the pavements were so high off the road that it made you feel smaller. I walked through the market in the square and spotted some art I liked. It was mischievous photography – sexy, dark and a bit cheeky. I loved it and I bought a print.
The man selling the art and the artist himself was named Victor Spinelli. We exchanged contact details.
I arrived at Times Square and was amazed by the 360 degree view of advertising that painted the buildings against the backdrop of the sky.
Red lips of models and big brand names, and money. I stood by a clinical Ray Ban's shop whereby on the corner of it outside was a man preaching about white man being the devil and opposite him was a man speaking avidly about God and religion using bold gestures. A total contrast of cultures.
There were women dressed with revealing Rio carnival costumes promoting something. A man approached me and asked me what I thought of them dressed this way and I said they looked vulnerable. It was a very industrial place to be exposed.
I started to walk back. A guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to buy a ticket to a comedy club. He then said 'why do women like Jesus so much?'. I said I don't know. He responded ' because he's so well hung'. It cracked me up and he gave me the ticket for free.
I headed towards the Skyline where I bought some more art. It was a beautiful evening. I turned a corner and there was a man sitting with an old typewriter.
In front of him was written 'tell me your story and I will write something inspired from it'. I started to tell him all about my experience in New York so far. Half way through writing the poem he left to smoke some pot and then gave me some. At the end, he read the poem to me and to my surprise it was graphically provocative.
I continued along the Skyline and as it got dark I decided that I would visit a club nearby called Le Bain. Le Bain was at the top of a sky scraper building. Birdsong was played in the bathrooms, luminous graffiti art adorned the corridors and there was a pool and jacuzzi inside. Outside there was a rooftop terrace with an elaborate cocktail bar, four poster beds, astro turf with deck chairs and a crepes vendor. I shared a joint with 2 girls from Singapore, a girl from Thailand and a transvestite on one of the beds. The view from the top was spectacular.
I then met up with a friend of a friend. We went to a bar and got pissed whereby when it closed, we played music from my mini speakers outside. People joined in from the streets including an old man who dropped his stick to dance with us!