Billy Joel has a famous song where he says “I’m in a New York state of mind!” What the hell does it mean to be a in a New York state of mind? Did you just have a hobo’s dick touch your leg on a city bus? Did you just see a crack addict eating a live pigeon? Did you just accidentally get kicked in the face by a teenager who was breakdancing on the subway? Did you see a schizophrenic lady covered in stray cat shit wipe her ass with a newspaper in Central Park? Did you just get catcalled by a transvestite hooker in Queens? Did you get cursed out in ten different languages in five seconds while walking through Times Square? Did you say a hail mary as your cab driver wove in between cars, buses, hitting people, and bicyclists while going 70 miles an hour and speaking in tongues? Did you spend 10 dollars on a hot dog made of squirrel meat? Did you see two rats making passionate love in the pubic hair of a dead homeless man? Did you just see a baby carriage get hit by stray gunfire in Brooklyn? That’s how you get into a New York state of mind and it’s nothing to brag about.
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