On my walk home from work, I see this guy on 35th and 8th, just sitting there in the middle of rush hour foot trafic. The guy is decently dressed, doesn't look intoxicated, and in on his cell phone. Only problem is, his is vomiting all over himself. If you look closely, you can see green guck on his pants. One passer by asked him, "Are you drunk?"
What the fuck difference would that have made?
And then to good ol'Chinatown. What used to be a wild little scene, like everything else in NY, is becoming pussy whipped. There are a bunch of shops there with their grates shut, and these signs on all of them. All shut down for "trademarket counterfeiting." The fuck else I am I gonna go there for now?
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