Tuesday, 15 February

It was a cold day, but with clear skies, so my adventure downtown to the Bowery District to drum up donation business for FaF wasn't too rough. I started out at the base of the District, walking my way up and down the street, stopping in any relevant supply store. I hadn't quite figured out what I would say or ask for when I got to each store, and didn't really know until the words actually came out of my mouth.

As it turns out, it wasn't that difficult to sell FaF. The only difficulty was in perceived language bariers between the clerks and myself, an intimidating factor. In those stores, sad to say, I racially profiled the clerk's native tongue and inconspicuously picked up a business card and left the store, without announcing myself, figuring I would create a form letter later on for easier conversation.

Three hours of walking in and out of 100+ supply stores and retailers, I hopped the J train and headed back home, feeling successful.

I pulled 'bout 4 hours in total, including transportation time.