“Wash your gee,” Rosario tells Nico, one of his students, as Nico prepares to leave the dojo. “Don’t come over here smelling like buttcheeks.”
Amid the trove of phone wallets, flash drives, club flyers, and other miscellaneous merch in my desk lie a collection of Broadway Playbills. Five, to be exact, amassed over the span of my first eight weeks in Morningside Heights. The special Sharpie used exclusively by Broadway enthusiasts cloaks two of my Playbills in a vast array of silver signatures....