kenkantor: This was to be the last stop.
kenkantor: Waiting for a friend.
kenkantor: I found myself stuck in an invented scenario.
kenkantor: Broadway boogie oogie oogie oogie.
kenkantor: New York City just as I pictured it.
kenkantor: Obeying the rule of thirds.
kenkantor: The corner of my past and future streets.
kenkantor: When in doubt, cast a wide net.
kenkantor: Justice is a dish best served cold.
kenkantor: If I believed in god I would say god how I loved you.