Culture on the Cheap
Crosstown Local Cavalcade Volume VI: Looking For Love
(…in all the wrong places.)
Waiting for the G train can in and of itself be a chore. This task is not made any easier when I am forced to look at this lady.
And look at her (“twins”) I have for the better part of two months.
I can only hope the above commentary is true. Now that the writer’s strike is over maybe they will dispense with this affluenzic clap trap.
Time and time again I wonder to myself why our society has such a fascination with wealth. Seriously, who could possibly find this drech interesting? Nobody I know does. Well, I recently got the answer to the aforementioned question on the Manhattan-bound platform of the L train at Lorimer Street.