Shortly after, Vin left to run some errands and Fatty laid down and got a muddy back. After sitting around shooting the shit for another 30 minutes or so, the Fatty and I decided to take a walk around and enjoy the Spring sunshine.
They're everywhere you look. The other great thing about the spring time is that after everyone's been cooped up all winter, people, namely girls, are feeling frisky. Which means that there's plenty of...
...COLLEGE BOXES! Hahaha. In fact, NYC has such a surplus of college box that they actually pack it up and export it to less fortunate cities. Here's Fatty posing with a box full of fresh college box bound for less-warm clime.
After leering around NYU for a while, we decided to head over to the dog park in Washington Sqaure Park. We sat around playing with OPP (other peoples' pets). Then this guy showed up. What started out as a normal "petting session" almost escalated into a totally different kind of "petting session." The guy mounted his dog in reverse and spent a god-honest five whole minutes seductively stroking the animal's hindquarters. It was so creepy. Everyone in the park stopped talking and just watched him.
Once he was sure he had the park's attention (and after he'd ejaculated in his shorts) he went on to give his dog a drink of water by pouring the water into his own mouth and then letting the dog lap his fucking face. He did this like 3 feet from where Fatty and I were sitting, totally showing off for the cam. When he was all finished, he looked over at us and smiled and I turn, held up the camera and took....
We quickly left the park and Fatty told me he needed an ice cream to help chase away the lingering heebies he'd picked up during our witness of public man-animal love. (Extra sprinkles were never needed so badly.)
This is hands down the my favorite picture of Sarah Lewitinn. Right when I ran into her I busted out my cam and she was like "Oh, hold on a sec!" and then started pouring her beer out on her head.
Right when she got towards the end of the beer, she started pouring the
remainder in her mouth. I have no idea how Uncle
Grambo (in town visiting
from Detroit) managed to keep a straight face.
So we were dancing at Misshapes and all of sudden I see this girl on the dancefloor that I recognize, but can't place. And then it hits me, she was the crazy drunk girl that Vin was chatting up some random night over two years ago at Pioneer Bar. She graciously posed for a reunion photo. Aw.
