
New York is dirty and cluttered.

It’s crowded and noisy.

I shoot conscientiously, to protect you from the truth.

This orange scoop-machine-thingy is fucking awesome. Look at it! I bet it does all sorts of cool shit.

Sunday I took the train to Hoboken to buy some smokes.
Between blocks I spied the river, and a cup of coffee later I was there.
I was there, man. Then I went back to the city.

Down at the Slips I can relax, take it eas', knock off a smoke.
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