“But why would we want to escape?” I ask. “In case some 9/11 shit happens again. There’s only one way out—the river. The city shuts down all bridges and tunnels and access points. How the fuck else do you plan to get out? What’s the plan?” “Plan? I don’t have a plan.” “Well you do now. You’re gonna row row row your boat the fuck out of here.” Makes sense to me.
