Culture on the Cheap
Yesterday I had a revelation: Green Street isn’t as shit-bombed as it used to be. In fact, my little corner of Greenpoint has cleaned up significantly. Terrified that the primary premise of my humble blog was rendered obsolete, I made a hasty trip to the liquor store. That’s when I found this and realized that everything was going to be okay.
If you step in a pile of dog shit (at 1055 Manhattan Avenue) and no one sees it, does it still make a stink?