November 03, 2009
You get in that crappy bus in (even crappier) New Jersey, ride in the Holland Tunnel under the Hudson, and BAM! next thing you know, you're in New York City for the first time of your life.
You get on that train at the Gare du Nord in overrated Paris, fly under the English Channel, and BAM! you're in London baby!
It's all there, Big Ben, the double-deckers, the phonebooths, Elisabeth II with her funky glasses and Elton John on every pound and pence.
They drive on the wrong side of the road and everybody speaks like James Bond.
I'm off trying to figure out a way to get knighted.