None of the recent 20th anniversaries have made me feel older than this one. This film really captures that era for me. I practically lived in the park this summer. I remember crashing on a box spring in this white chick's apartment over one of those Indian restaurants. We used to do hella drugs and fool around, but she never let me smash, because I had a girlfriend. All these years later, I remember her far more vividly than the actual girlfriend.

I try not to be overly-nostalgic, but that was my favorite version of NYC 99-2002 being a close second.