As in I noticed the streets in this area are enticing you to become a drunk muthapickled drooling mummy with its endless rows of boards advertising Happy Hour … an hour so ‘happy happy good fanks’ it goes on for eight hours. If you have a hernia or just can’t afford to pay anyone to create you a new identity to escape your partner and kids etc., you can probably drink enough around a few blocks in this area on the cheap to dissolve your entire stomach, making you so wasted you’ll wake up looking like a lopsided mutant and have to go into hiding.
It was awhile ago but when it happened I was here …
And I’m still here (I’m everywhere – in the USA, in Australia, in your worst nightmares if you shit me) … here for whatever happens next … in the meanwhile here’s more of the Cheetos … and the Cheetos hat, plus some other pics:
Found in Times Square – Not So Pretty.