Hard Times in New York Town

momgo, dadgo, proceed with caution. . .

you know how when sometimes you're walking down the street in good ole' NYC and you're debating about whether or not to get an overpriced latte because you want one but should you really spend the money on it and all of a sudden as you're crossing the street some dude on a bike swerves dangerously close to you making kissing sounds and leans into your chest and says "i wanna fuck you" -- you know about that?

and then you say "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!" because you feel kinda gross.

and then douche mcgee says "yeah fat ass I'm gonna fuck you."

and in a way you're impressed because he not only managed to invade your personal space but to objectify you and attempt to make you feel bad about your body all at the same time in a matter of seconds and that takes some kind of talent.

but what you really want to do is whatever would make his bicycle and his balls look like the bike in the picture. instead of taking a stab at that you decide to go get that latte and then it's one of the worst lattes you've ever had despite how cute the bakery where you got it was and then you feel worse instead of better. . .you know those moments?

those are the moments that make me very angry at men and new york city.

very.
very.
angry.