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I am judging you. I’m judging you hard, New Yorkers.

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As I am turning into a human bathhouse walking the streets of NYC I look around and view people of all types seemingly oblivious to the NYC summer heat and humidity. I don’t get it. There are those walking past me with layers of clothes on, heavy jackets, and thick jeans. Like it’s cold out. I am not kidding here as during my 5 mile run last night in Central Park I actually saw a dude jogging in jeans! IN JEANS! Can you just imagine peeling those off after that? Muenster cheese anyone?

Pretty much how I feel walking around NYC during this heat and humidity – Continue reading I am judging you. I’m judging you hard, New Yorkers.

Substance With No Soul. The $4 Billion Dollar Oculus in NYC.

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Substance with no soul. Yet, it feeds on the souls of all those who died horribly across the street on 9-11.

A few days ago I paid a visit to the Oculus in NYC to check it out. Had not been down to the World Trade Center area in a while. I heard a lot about this new transportation hub. Walked around it and explored a bit. So, it’s basically an overpriced mall inside of a dead whale carcass structure that houses the MTA and PATH subway lines at an astronomically disgusting waste of $4 billion dollars of taxpayers money. All while we have homeless everywhere in NYC, and starving people in need of help. At least we can now shop in a mall right across where thousands died on 9-11! Pick up that fancy Hugo Boss suit! Buy that shiny Breitling watch! Purchase that stylish Kate Spade bag! Just be sure to ignore those begging for change or something to eat right outside of its doors. I read they paid the architect of this bloated piece of work upwards of $80 million dollars. Really?

Just another wasteful tourist attraction near where one of our darkest days occurred. Continue reading Substance With No Soul. The $4 Billion Dollar Oculus in NYC.

Days like this make you wish you had stayed in bed!

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Why is it that these things always seem to happen to me?

Just recently on the way to work I jumped into a crowded subway car, and of course as is my normal luck, be trapped in an uncomfortable situation. No, not the kind where someone is grinding up against you and getting their jollies. That happens so often here in NYC during rush hour it’s almost part of the daily commute. No, this was actually worse. The guy standing right next to me, almost in my lap actually, smelled like festering day old bologna. No joke. It’s almost as if he had a salami sandwich stuffed into his underwear. Oh yeah, the AC was also not really working in this car.

Then, the worst thing you can hear during a moment like this. “Due to a signal malfunction we are being held here until we get the ok to proceed”.  Oh hell no. Stuck between stations for who knows how long, and with no windows open to let out the stench of rotting deli meat. This subway car was so packed no one could move. Even worse was I think the guy behind me was really grinding against my ass. All I kept thinking was that I was going to walk into work smelling like this bologna guy and my coworkers would want to fumigate the office.

So here I am wedged between a roll of human liverwurst and a giant Chihuahua dry humping my leg. Could this day get any worse? You bet it can! Continue reading Days like this make you wish you had stayed in bed!

Karma, Schadenfreude, and Laughing at Winter Morons in NYC.

 

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I just can’t help myself. Call it being evil, lack of compassion, or just plain juvenile. I get a kick out of other’s minor misfortunes. Namely, those that deserve it here in NYC. You know the types. Those who are overly self centered, inconsiderate, snarky, or just plain douchebags. Nothing wrong with a good chuckle at their misfortune. Then again, I laugh at pretty much anyone when the time, and ridiculous circumstances arise. Lord knows I have had my share of mishaps that had people giggling at my displeasure. I have slipped and fallen flat on my back, strepped into piles of dog poop that engulfed my whole foot, and even walked through a plate glass door. Oh, that last one has happened a few times. How I’m not stitched up like Frankenstein escapes me. I know karma is a bitch, but I still have at it when seeing someone first hand do something dumb, or have something idiotic happen to them. Winter season here in NYC is such a great time to people watch and get my jollies. Here are a few that get my funny bone going. Schadenfreude is my co-pilot. Continue reading Karma, Schadenfreude, and Laughing at Winter Morons in NYC.