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When I was younger and thought I'd have the sort of life that'd make for an autobiography of interest, I used to plan out titles for chapters.
One of them was "My Sleeping Bag Has Been To New York, But I Haven't". I have no idea what I'd write in a chapter titled thusly, but I can say with honesty that it is quite true. Some friends were going down for a music festival in NYC, and were spending their sleeping hours on the living room floor of someone who lived in Alphabettown. It spent hours laying there unused by the person who borrowed it, while that person spent their time avoiding the kids selling crack at 4 AM, hanging out with various famous punk bands of the past, and avoiding getting mugged by the locals.