So, it’s no secret that I’m madly in love with New York. Yes, in all its dirty, quirky, rude, rat-infested, cabbie-driven wonder. Just something about the character oozing out of every pore of our beloved city that nowhere else can match. Yeah, even Canada. But even with my undying love for fellow New Yorkers with attitudes, there’s just one thing (okay, okay, maybe a bit more than just one thing) that brings out the Hell’s Kitchen Dr. Jekyll in me….
What’s that, you ask? Ah, well, I’m glad you asked. So, I’m walking down one of our local streets, minding my own business (or attempting to, anyway – really), marveling at the latest work of one of our resident graffiti artists when I suddenly find myself dodging a stream of, yes, urine. Ah, public urination / taking a piss in public – Gotta love it. The aforementioned lethal yellow liquid of death, flies through the street, narrowly missing your beloved author and threatening to incite a local public riot in the streets as people clamber over each other to avoid its deadly stench. After my heart started beating again, I traced the unmentionable stream to its owner – the man urinating was anwhite-haired old thing with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying the havoc he single handedly created.
Fine, fine. Enough with the drama. So, as per usual, I turn to you, my enlightened readers, for guidance. Has anybody out there been traumatized by someone urinating in public? Honestly, folks, how much effort does it take to walk around the corner, lift your hind leg up, and pee on a fire hydrant or a tree (sorry, tree-lovers)? Hell, you can even walk into a McDonalds or Dunkin Donuts where they offer such luxury amenities as toilets and sinks! I’m sorry, but there’s really no reason for public pissing these days.
I’d love to hear what you all think, so, please, send all grimaces, grunts, extended middle fingers and comments my way! Oh, and, to whoever left the open can of three-day-old sardines in my mailbox the other day….so not cool. Oh, and don’t piss on my mailbox either, kay? Thanks.

i was pissing on a wall once and someone came up and started to yell at me , i turned still letting out the piss and yelled back can’t a guy piss in peace ,.
Uh, couldn’t you have found a public restroom somewhere in the area? Guess not. Well, at least you didn’t piss on the guy. Kudos to you, sir.
I agree, but if it’s 3AM and the bar is closed, your walking home well .. any port in a storm I guess.
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