China is a mess.
The U.S. is a mess.
Greece, a mess.
Why do I feel so happy?
Because it’s supposed to be forty-two fucking degrees tomorrow and that’s gonna feel like Hawaii.
As one walks along the sidewalks of Manhattan and Queens, framed by filth-crunch, that frozen snow and dirt that hardens in hillocks along the edges of roads and Toyotas, one wonders, “Could this really be how people live?”
Okay, I know it isn’t Lagos with people sleeping slumped over their bicycles in 110% humidity.
And it isn’t frigid Yellowknife or Barrow, Alaska.
But still. Filth-crunch is Mother Nature’s little way of saying, “You are a dirty people. And you live in frozen garbage.”
But why do I feel so happy?
Because tomorrow, it is going to be forty-two fucking degrees and that’s gonna feel like the inner thigh of a twenty year old girl in a Hula skirt.
This blog entry, and others like it, is from www.opentrench.blogspot.com
2 comments:
I think it got up to 46 in midtown... The beginning of the end...
It's raining here in Baltimore. I can actually see patches of grass in places....
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