(H)ello, cheapskates.
Hello from the biggest Apple of all. I’m bringing the dirt from my back porch (crummy-rat infested abode), to your doorstep. My job is to turn ordinary rubbish into, well, not-so-offensively-culpable rubbish. It’s a snobby blog for sloppy people. Here is how it works.
The world is insane. But what you thought was insanity, is only a fraction of what life is like when you live in New York City. This place is an asylum for people whose entire life is a joke. In the span of 30 seconds, you will see 15 different horrible haircuts, followed by 4 more that are just inappropriate to be around. You will see people from every nationality, and most of them will not speak English.
With millions of people in one tiny little island, you are bound to have a real crapshoot, and trying to explain what goes on would take equivilent research as the cure for AIDs. Suffice it to say, nothing is wierder than New York City. Hell might be wierder, because you’d have historical figures there, like John Wilkes Booth (if he went to heaven we are all screwed).
So, welcome to hell.
Navigating my way through, just trying not to have too bad of a haircut along the way.
Join me as I indulge myself in a city, miles away from sanity, sit down at my banqueting table, and join in the incontinental breakfast.
