The New York City Journals, Part VII: Wadin' Through the Waste

'Cause it's getting winter, and if you want any flowers, you gotta get your seeds into the ground

I only experienced seven New York City winters—the first was undoubtedly the warmest, save those three nights I slept on the concrete floor of Yasira Nun's art studio on the second floor of The Clemente, at 107 Suffolk Street, near the corner of Rivington—a stretch of road which I rarely ventured far from, those days.

It wasn't the coldest winter, but i…