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A couple of months ago I decided to go to New York with no money. I smashed my phone in the snow a few days into the trip when I was pissed and had no way of contacting the people I was staying with. I spent all my money on cabs from Manhattan to Brooklyn three times over to try and find them. I didn't. I started having a mental breakdown in the cab and the driver dropped me off at a police station and told me to, "tell it to the cops, cuz I don't know what to do!" I went into an all-night deli next door and started crying next to the coffee machine and telling the fourteen-year-old Latino kid behind the counter about all my problems. Eventually he said I could sleep there and lead me downstairs into a dark room underneath, with a mattress on the floor and a tiny TV, (presumably the set had been cleared from the last snuff shoot). He put on a Mexican cartoon and told me he'd wake me at 10am. I did my best to stay awake, but I drifted off and woke up to his face about four inches from mine the next morning. I pushed him off and ran out, stepping on his erection.
