The lighting on this sign suggests where one might go after ordering the meatloaf.
This plastic glove of yellow fluid was dangling above some fresh produce at one of those tiny Manhattan grocery/flower shops just three steps and one shrug above a bodega.
Urine?
Pity the foo’: “You posed for that shot how many times? And you weren’t shot?”
This pest control notice went up in my building while I was out of town, so I didn’t get to sign up. It’s a damn shame, because like #3C, I also have an infestation of “crack hoes that hack up shit day and night.”
Like a moth to a flame, Cade goes to another loud instrumental rock concert.
And takes me with him.
Button, button. I’ve got two buttons.
Saturday afternoon, Hell’s Kitchen: One very sad bunny.
Where are you going? Where have you been?
This city may never fully sleep, but it must get some beauty rest in somehow.
Hi people, it’s Labor Day! I’m happy with my extra day off, and I am planning to make something fun that will probably involve a car trip and seeing something new in Portage I haven’t seen yet.
You write new post on a Monday at the labor day? … HapPy blOGGiNG!