Oh new york

This song was catchy enough for me to like it at a younger age so I knew it. I enjoyed it. But most importantly I sang along when I heard it. When I say that I sang along to it I don't mean that I mumbled the words and nodded my head I mean that I screamed them at the top of my lungs without thinking. Music moves me but it moves me ugly. 

My family went to New York for a very sad reason, to attend a funeral. My great grandmother had passed away and more than anything I was sad at how little it affected me. I felt that I did not get to know her well enough while she was living. Even though we were there for sad reasons that did not stop us from trying to have some fun. While wondering the streets one day with my family we came across a T-shirt vendor who was selling shirts(obviously) and he was playing music on a boombox. Well at first it was just music that I hummed to while shirt shopping but then right as I picked up a black shirt with I Heart New York spelled out with newspaper headlines this song came on. I started screaming the lyrics to the song while still looking at the shirt. My family was appalled and could do nothing but stare at me and I was attracting a crowd without even realizing it. The man selling the shirts was a larger Dominican man with a heavy accent who I am pretty sure thought I was mentally ill gave me a look of horror as if he was worried that I would embarrass myself(as if...I was totally oblivious at the time) and he started singing with me in his loud, deep, booming, Dominican voice. Several other people began singing in and that is when I started realizing what happened but I was never really embarrassed and when the song finished I bought my shirt and we left.

I  wish I could say that I still had that shirt but I lost it many moons ago on a boyscout camping trip.=( how sad.