I sat with a friend on what I guessed was some kind of secret spot on top of a hill in Central Park. My friend and I met about a year ago at night on a bench in a different, kind of nearby park. Because of the size of this place, I never could have found that spot myself. I’d never been to that part before. He likes it. He smokes there often. The ground up there (maybe everywhere) is that playground soft rubber stuff used so parents believe their kids are not going to fall and break an arm. They cover this rubber stuff up with mulch so everything looks like an untouristed forest. Some of the mulch got knocked out of the way and I could see the rubber. That’s how I learned about the rubber. We played his Bluetooth speakers and talked about everything then got hungry and walked to a museum just because the restaurant is supposed to be good. I only had coffee there before. He ordered almost everything on the menu and wines and coffees. By that point another person from Louisville was sitting with us. When the bill came, my friend said he’d cover it. He wasn’t charged for any of the wine, whiskey or coffee. He left a $90 tip and we left pretty quickly. He moved to Mexico City the next day.