4
When Eric said we were going to do something unwise and potentially catastrophic, a trip to Times Square wasn’t what I’d had in mind.
Despite the weight of my backpack, my shoulders crept toward my ears as we walked downtown.
I tried to be smart, tried to focus on not bumping into the people around me and not walking out into traffic, but every few steps, my gaze would flick up to the giant, stone spire that peered over the buildings.
I gripped my backpack straps, letting the fabric absorb the sweat that beaded on my palms even though it was freezing outside.
“Who here loves comedy?” A man with a fistful of flyers dodged in front of a pack of tourists. “If you want the true New York experience, you’ve got to check this out.”
The dude’s comedy-hawking partner eyed me.
“I’m not a to
