Monday, June 13, 2005

"What the hell was that?"

To the Guy that barked at me from his black Nissan,

What the fuck? Is this a normal activity for you? It's 5:15 in the evening and my fellow pedestrians and I are trying to cross Lafayette against the light. Most of us are either bleary eyed from having stared at a computer screen all day or look as though we've been on a death march, it's that fucking hot.

And then there's you, speeding up Lafayette like an asshole, windows down. The only reason I am paying attention to you is because I don't want to get run over. Nevermind it looks as though you just threw a wad of trash out your back window. So as you accelerate through the intersection of Bleecker, what do you do? You fucking bark at me.

Now let's revisit why you are a moron and try to analyze the situation logically. Maybe you were barking not only me, but everyone else trying to cross the street. Maybe you were barking at me because you thought this was an acceptable thing to do towards a women. If this is the case, you deserve to never get laid again and I hope the next girl you try to pick up -- in a bar perhaps -- drives her stiletto through your left testicle. In addition to that, you deserve to have your license and vehicle taken away permanently because you are obviously too stupid to operate heavy machinery much less your 1 1/2 ton black Nissan four door.


just christopher said...

I recently found Post No Bills through while delving for "new to NYC" blogs. As I plan on abandoning the south cold-turkey in a bit and moving to the city, I was looking for fresh perspectives. From your earliest crashing into the city to now waiting for each new bit you post, I enjoy everything you write. Thanks.

nycrouge said...

Two bits of advice. One, abandon the South, especially Florida. Two, you have to have it in your mind that you will make it to New York. Be prepared to sink some cash into your dream. It's a lot of hard work, but you will make it.

Glad you enjoy the blog! It means that other people are reading other than my friends, whom I pay.