Chapter 36
New York is nothing if it isn’t darn cold over winter break. It’s snowing and icy rain falls down on your cheeks and neither E.J. nor I had anticipated that we would need a lot more clothing if we wanted to not freeze to death, so dreading the rain and cold we decided to stay inside on our first morning in the Big Apple.
“We need something warmer. It’s a waste of money coming here if we aren’t going to see anything. Is it my imagination or was it warmer last night?” E.J. asks staring out the window to the rain bounding against it.
“You were high as a kite on caffeine and I was tired,” I exclaim, laying on the bed and making sums of how much money we can spend in New York, which is stupid since the money should be enough to keep us alive for the next couple of months, even a year or two, depending on how we spend it. “Maybe we should just hop on a plan to California. Somewhere it doesn’t bloody snow the whole time.”