"Cut Short"
Where's Della? You killed her. Didn't you? I knew her, we weren't close, but she was my only friend in New York. She and I are so different. Or maybe I'm too different from everyone else here. Who's to say. Although, they do say you can find any Joe and Jane in this hotbed of ambition, talent, dreamers, and crazies. I guess that's not difficult to accept for anyone who has stood at the cross streets of 42nd Street and 6th Avenue for a day. There are the health fanatics working out at 7:30 in the a.m. in Bryant Park. Burpees, lunge squats, and spider crawls, oh my! All day, the streams of Park Avenue suits, Sixth Avenue fashionistas, Herald Square wannabe fashionistas, St. Mark's Place fringes, Flatiron Warby Parker-wearing hustlers to Kansas City scrunchy-haired tourists and bubblegum pink lipped South Korean trendsetters pass through this intersection weaving around the native homeless people who have staked out their square foot of pav
