On the rooftop of a midtown west apartment, in a hole created purely by absence, pete and I sat admiring the city while smoking a cigar, describing what we felt in the only way heterosexual males can, in absolute silence.
We both admitted to things bordering on sappy, turning the moment into something I guess.
This time spent on a rooftop was tarnished solely by our lovely girlfriends asking/slurring for us to follow them back into the apartment, who then respectively fell asleep and or began fighting with us for no apparent reason.
I love our nights in the city, but rarely do I get to enjoy the city in such a solitary way. I enjoyed all of it.
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