I think it’s time I just save up the money and finally go here.
Rogers, Peet, & Co. produced this wonderfully colorful and stylish map of New York’s Manhattan Island, although sections are not quite to scale. The Lower East Side appears as a gigantic sprawl instead of a small addendum, Governor’s Island is not so near to Brooklyn and is much larger, and no doubt the Stuyvesant Sea Monster’s size is exaggerated for effect. In real life the monster was little more than two hundred feet long.
They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it).
I think I’m a hobbit.
(Also all these fellas are really cute)
THERE YOU ARE. I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR. HAVE YOU SEEN MY XANAX? I’M ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT.
NO. I HAD A HEADACHE, SO I TOOK THE LAST OF YOUR ASPIRIN. THEN I FELT REALLY GOOD FOR A WHILE. THEN I PASSED OUT FOR LIKE … FIVE HOURS. I WOKE UP AND ATE ABOUT FOUR MICROWAVE MEALS. NOW I’M JUST WAITING FOR THE SUNSET BECAUSE IT’S A CONSTANT SOURCE OF UNDERAPPRECIATED BEAUTY IN THIS CHAOTIC AND SEEMINGLY CRUEL WORLD. DON’T YOU AGREE?
OBVIOUSLY THOSE WERE MY XANAX, DAVID, AND I HATE YOU.
THAT’S UNFORTUNATE. I DON’T HATE ANYONE BECAUSE WE’RE ALL PART OF THE SAME FLOW OF COSMIC ENERGY, SHARING ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, INCHING EVER FORWARD TOWARD THE DIVINE LIGHT OF UNDERSTANDING AND TRANSCENDENCE.
YOU’RE A DICK, DAVE.
WE’RE ALL ONE DICK, ANDREW. THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU.