I could be wrong. I’m not entirely certain. But I’m pretty certain I just had my first celebrity spotting.
I was on W. 56th when (I swear) I saw Tracy Morgan in what looked like a brand new, bright red cadillac, blasting funk.
What’s really confirming it for me is that, when you think about it, driving around the Upper West Side in a new car blasting music really sounds like what Tracy Morgan would do on a sunny Thursday afternoon. Really, wouldn’t we all.