It’s awesome when they never leave their motivationally challenged block.
Wether it be Uptown, The BX, The Bridge, or Stapleton, wherever.
The contrast in the quality of food offered, is just the tip of the iceberg.
The Lazies are enablers. They don’t care about where they live, or
what they eat. They can’t blame big business for everything.
If you poor people feel helpless, good.
Used condoms and chicken bones are swept up daily by their building’s superintendents.
They bring their sofas and t.v. sets out on the sidewalk to be a kind of
-in your face- version of ghetto, all fucking night long.
How about when they turn their music up ud-loud as they hit a red light, that’s great.
Don’t get me wrong, I like it.
It’s in these neighborhoods that I get to write graff without caution, like in Brazil.
This is directly related to their non-voting, 65 test scoring, Nextel chirping, low income lives.
Sometimes, I wish I had a giant broom to sweep THESE PEOPLE into the river.
Then I go downtown Manhattan where the stockbrokers have officially taken over.
(Equally disappointing but popping with opportunities)
You heard?
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