One shining moment in Harlem
Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a series chronicling my experiences and observations as a new New Yorker. Post No. 31 chronicles the first time I worked out in NYC – an appropriate topic considering how I am avoiding the gym today. Click here for past dispatches.
Yes, that’s me, bent over and spewing Vesuvius-style. As if Harlem weren’t ratchet enough, there I was hunched over post-workout, a 6-foot-2 ginger screaming/puking my brains out near tables of Bob Marley T-shirts, self-help books and various other treasures on one of the most crowded strips on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Call it gingerfication.
