Reflections of streetlight and bored traffic signals were the only things living on the empty streets outside the radio station. The bums must have found a warmer doorway away from Battery and Broadway. The weight of my gear and the walk to the studio was comforting but when you’re waiting outside in cold like this, everyone’s a smoker. Nikki rolled up to the curb soon enough with Phil. Guitar case and camera in-hand, the three of us checked past the old Filipino security guard and went upstairs.
