Culture on the Cheap
Yesterday I finally had time to scratch a long-neglected itch: checking out some Grade-A monster dog shit. To this end I hopped on the G train and got off at the Broadway stop. It took me very little time to find what I was looking for.
Those of you who, for whatever reason, are searching for scat, go to the intersection of Hewes and South 5th Street. You will not be disappointed. This minuscule block not only looks like shit, it smells like it too. It REEKS, in fact.
Naturally, I spent a great deal of time inspecting every nook and cranny. A Hasidic gentleman in a minivan watched in his rear-view mirror with rapt interest as I perused each and every piece of poo. What this chap didn’t know was I had a little project in the works that required a piece of shit. A very specific kind of crap, if you will.
Eventually I found it and went to work. He didn’t stick around to see the final product, which is a shame really because it came out quite nice.
They travel in single file to hide their numbers.*
*Yes, I know that this quote is in reference to Sand People, but this is my blog and I can do what I damned well please.