I like that this building is so busted up people actually broke through the cinder block “windows.”

While “vacationing” in Ohio (can you think of much sadder?) for a little over a week a friend said,

…you’re ambling off to purchase your perfunctory pizza, when just behind you catch view of a ragged gentleman making his way up the street. His jacket leather jacket sans-sleeves embossed with a black ragged skull, barley covering the pocket of his jeans that’s managed to flip itself over his belt line. Just below the knotted locks of his white-man dreads begin a continuous Esher-esque pattern of tattoos seeping from his hairline all the way over his face and down into his T-shirt emblazoned with pro-Satan diatribes. His ears look like the product of an accident involving a tackle box, each of his lobes widened with an inner ring that Odysseus could have shot an arrow through. As he stares into the sun his bushy eyebrows seep into his eyes, squinting with terrible ferocity at any and all that might cross him. On his arm…

His two-year-old beautiful blond daughter, wearing a Winnie the Poo T-shirt.

This man knows songs warbled by Piglet by heart.

I love this town…

As New Yorkers, we

Skipping around NY neighborhoods like it’s my business.

Speaking of the Six Feet Under series finale…most of my love goes to the (it

Friday I had the day off from work. I had lofty goals for the day and I

Judging from the fast right answers to the previous posts, you guys shouldn’t be having any problems figuring out this place.

Second in the series. Guess that sign!

In some ways knowing where the bathrooms are in Grand Central is more impressive to a tourist than knowing the best pizza place in town. While we New Yorkers like to think that most people visiting our fair city are hopeless rubes who’ve never seen buildings “that dang tall,” my guess is the majority are frequent fliers whisking in from such decadent wonderlands as New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and well any place else within a two hour train ride. They