No visit to NYC is complete without a trip to E 91 St. The sights, the colors, the sounds. This street played an important part in Obama's formative years.
I went outside, all excited about a job opportunity that would be *perfect* for me, and my car's been in a hit-and-run. Ripped the front bumper off. The last item of any real value I own. And to top it all off, because I'm poor and need to save money, I don't have collision insurance.
But two neighbors saw it and left their numbers - including info on the perps. I call the cops, who immediately tell me it's a civil action. I tell them I have witnesses, the info on the other driver, and want to file a criminal report. They tell me I have to come down to the station and hang up on me.
It's a perpetually downward slide as familiar as my name,...
This ridiculous "interpretive" D-Day thing -- I don't even know what to call it -- depressed the hell out of me. But our Gum-Chewer-in-Chief seemed fairly mesmerized so ... maybe the gyration pageant was just too highbrow for me.
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I don't need to sit down - and "yes."
This is why I'm glad to be back in a large city rather than the smaller ones:
More people "get" it,...
Are you depressed? Lose the Hitler 'do: people will stop avoiding you and you'll feel better.
No visit to NYC is complete without a trip to E 91 St. The sights, the colors, the sounds. This street played an important part in Obama's formative years.
More on life in the big city:
I went outside, all excited about a job opportunity that would be *perfect* for me, and my car's been in a hit-and-run. Ripped the front bumper off. The last item of any real value I own. And to top it all off, because I'm poor and need to save money, I don't have collision insurance.
But two neighbors saw it and left their numbers - including info on the perps. I call the cops, who immediately tell me it's a civil action. I tell them I have witnesses, the info on the other driver, and want to file a criminal report. They tell me I have to come down to the station and hang up on me.
It's a perpetually downward slide as familiar as my name,...
NYC looks like a place cared for by indolent teenagers.
This ridiculous "interpretive" D-Day thing -- I don't even know what to call it -- depressed the hell out of me. But our Gum-Chewer-in-Chief seemed fairly mesmerized so ... maybe the gyration pageant was just too highbrow for me.
(If link below doesn't work, go to hot air.com).
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Apparently quite a few people are. Looking around the surrounding subject of the pictures, it doesn't surprise me.
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