Late Saturday afternoon, as I was walking to catch the train uptown, a homeless man pulled his fairly thick penis out of his pants and began to urinate in front of me. I've seen him do this before. I've probably even written about him before. Let me tell you kids, it doesn't get any funnier with age.

Two guys in front of me started laughing, and turned around and looked at the expression of my face, which was one of disgust. They laughed even harder. I blushed. They were making it worse.

I yelled, "I'm just walking out down the street. It's not fair!" I couldn't stop myself. I blushed. I felt the heat.

They laughed some more. They didn't give a shit. It was just comedy to them, that I was forced to look at some fucked up homeless guy's cock as he pissed. It would never occur to them to go yell at the guy, oh no. And it was even funnier when I started yelling.

Oh, New York! Love or it leave it, there's always something interesting going on! It's so wacky here! That's why we don't mind paying such high rents and $8 for a beer. Because of the comedy!

I am not as tough as I would have you believe. But you probably see right through me anyway.

Right, so, I bought my ticket to Prague today. I'm leavine June 11. I'm not saying they don't have people pissing on the sidewalks there (or anywhere else in Europe, for that matter), but at least I won't have to spend a ton of money to get drunk to forget that I ever saw it.

I'm tired of it here. I'll miss it when I'm gone, sure. I'll be happy to come back, too. But I'm going to need to be gone for a while to make that happen.

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