So you’re sitting comfortably in your bright yellow ’67 Chevy surrounded by well used Coke cans and a Le Big Mac or three, when the psychedelic flashing of the red, yellow and green lights of the traffic signal looming before you interrupts your internal ecstasy. What to do? Stop? Go? Slow? Speed? All-together-simultaneously, perhaps?
Read more
In case you haven’t been able to tell by my never-ending flow of edgy sarcasm, I’m from New York City. Yep, the oh-so-glamorous capital of the world. Glitz, glamour….and grime. It seems as though our illustrious city envied throughout the world has been reduced to streets full of Snickers bar wrappers, discarded condoms and thoroughly used Kleenex.
Read more