The history of New York, particularly New York City, is a fascinating read, browsing through Wikipedia (where you wanted to go to the fellatio wiki so you could “observe” those images for some further “education”). But as much as this city is packed with many twists, turns, triumphs, and failures,

I was a little kid when the attacks on the World Trade Center occurred. My Mother got me out of the Catholic school and we ran home to see my dad in the kitchen with the TV on. My interest at the time was on airplanes. I absolutely loved them,

The Metropolitan Transit Authority gets a bad wrap from New Yorkers for being incompetent, dysfunctional, and money grabbing. And I’m here to tell you that they are absolutely right. These Transportation-Centric lunatics run this asylum and are willing to grab you by the scrote (or ovaries, everyone is equally screwed) to

The mascot is a sight to behold walking around the soul-sucking part of Manhattan known as Times Squares. Staring at a lonely Buzz Lightyear or a Superman is like watching an animal in its natural habitat (not to say the people who are in those costumes are animals, they are humans. But

Allow me to dip into some self-indulgence, because it’s appropriate. I want to talk to you about a small book store on St.Mark’s Place and East 8th. “Why?” you may ask (you never seem to do that these days though because you’ve completely forgotten me, you selfish prick)? Well, this