“The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.”
- John Updike.
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How. HOW!!?
How can you have four bedrooms and only ONE bathroom? How.
And then try and charge $4,500 for the privilege of holding my pee while 1/4 people is standing in line to use the facilities.
NO SIR.
That is just poor planning/architecture/straight assholeness.
NYC childhood flashback, part two. TAXI. Those cabs ruled - there were tiny litte jump seats in the back, facing backward, completely hazardous and awesome.
I’m having strong, intense flashbacks of childhood in New York City. And my mother getting the most ridiculous kick out of saying “Wojo.”
“A Train” graffiti, Brooklyn 1974
hot times, summa in tha city
- R: humidity has finally broken across the city. feel free to escape your air-conditioned home and enjoy the sunshine.
- Me: You must be drinking paint thinner. With a tiny paper umbrella, of course.
- R: just kidding. i typed this while a vornado was pointed at my nether regions.
taxi ride.
i used to lose mine constantly. they’d fall out of my backpack and enrage my mother.
