Whit Leyenberger is not just a friend of mine and was not just part of a cohort of friends that has incriminating evidence about me, but someone with whom I hope to find a kind of timeless friendship. Whenever we catch up, there’s no “why didn’t you call” or “so how’s your family” but a near seamless resumption of whatever narrative we had last worked usually beginning with “remember the time we”. It had been a solid two years since I saw him and I was curious to see what the intervening time had done. I was used to the 9 month gap between summer camp seasons, but now, more than one year had changed. We met somewhere near 14th street and I was glad to see his shining face again:
|From 2011-09-09 to 10 People Shots|
We had paninis for breakfast and talked a lot. In there, I learned that he had a girlfriend of three years, worked at an Applebee’s in Harlem where he was the 0.75% of the staff that was white, had a brief bout as an honest to goodness starving artist, and that I could could crash on his floor in the future which very much pleased me. We parted ways, returned, to the apartment we had rented, and made our egress from NYC.
All the People Pictures: