I was right in the middle of the bridge, too. Right next to some guys from Milwaukee. If you were there and felt too shy, you could've at least proxied your info through the Milwaukeans, who were quite friendly, if a bit drunk. Well, I don't really know if they were actually drunk. They smelled like booze and puked a lot, but, as they say in Ile de Kerguelen, "Correlation is no guarantor."

Also, my belt did not work. I am not sure why; it has plenty of remaining charges. It is possible that the areas I was later in had a ban on such castings, although I am inclined to doubt that, since I was in the red-light district. Consequently traffic was stop-and-go. Good thing I was on foot! I did run into some strange individuals, though. Some people are just weird.

Fortunately, my Kinetic Buddy Leather Boots raised my resistance to bad Energy, while simultaneously boosting my Personality a few points. So when one lady asked me where 5th Avenue was, I possessed sufficient grace to tell here, "Get away from me, you crack fiend!"

Lo! Her face turned red, and she took several steps backward... right in the direction of 5th Avenue!!! "That's right," I told her, "you just keep goin' that way."

Good thing I was wearing those boots, or things could've turned out much worse. Truth be told, I don't think she cared about 5th Avenue one way or the other. Something tells me she wanted me... the belt had begun to work its magic. Unfortunately, I did not have my Wisdom Whistle with me, and was not smart enough to catch this in time. No prob, though; she wasn't really my type.