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While strolling along Beach at Collister Street I noticed some great street art…the light switch.

It was on this street lamp!

Here’s a sultry shot of it…

I can’t quite make out the name of the artist on the side here…but whomever they may be, I really dug the switch. 

I even flipped it on, and it made me feel as though I might have incidentally and unwittingly flipped the switch to some magical hole rigged with explosives, so I turned it off quickly.

There are some special messages for yuppies and hipsters down on Staple Street in Tribeca.  The good people down there declare that both yuppies and hipsters are not welcome, so stay away!

Only the original artists, homeless and people who are mega rich by inheritance or pop culture are welcome! 

Children of doctors and lawyers need not apply!

TriBeCa is the real estate name of the area that was once called the Lower West Side.  The name is a syllabic abbreviation for “Triangle Below Canal Street”.

It’s a neighborhood where wealthy people and lucky artists from the 70s and 80s live in “modest” 2,000 plus square foot apartments.  I say modest, because JFK Jr used to live down there and many news sources would claim that he lived in a “modest” 2,600 square foot apartment.  A friend of mine used to live in a 2,000 square foot place in Tribeca and it was HUGE!!!

Aside from the beautiful architecture that the neighborhood has, I noticed that those well to do residents of Tribeca hate picking up after their dogs - not even with leather gloves on!!!

I had noticed so much dog poop sprayed all over the streets and sidewalks that at times my walk felt like I was playing hopscotch with multiple rocks, or in this case poops, that were blocking a wild amount of squares that needed to be skipped.  

I eventually started counting the poop (after seeing dozens of landmines) and in a brief portion of my walk I counted 83 locations of dog poop!!!

Aside from the poop problem that Tribeca has, they also have a passive aggressive problem…

There are NUMEROUS signs that adore buildings, or in this case a lamp post, stating that there is video surveillance and to curb your dog - it truly was amazing!

I had my annual full body screening at the dermatologist yesterday, and she ended up cutting two extra pieces of Eric off for a biopsy - don’t worry, I’m fine and it is just to be 150% safe and certain all is well in the land of Eric and to see what was up on those extra pieces of Eric.

This was the first time that I had things cut off of me, and I’ve got to say, dentists sure could learn a thing or two from dermatologists.

I was first given an injection to make the area that was going to be worked on numb, which is what the dentist does, and then had said spots cut off - only I didn’t feel a thing and the dermatologist actually stopped when she started to double check that I wasn’t feeling any sort of pain - which is the exact opposite of the dentist. 

In fact, you usually need to wave both arms and go “NNNUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOO DTOP DTOP DTOP DTOP!!!” in order to get the attention of a dentist in order to let them know that they are hitting painful things.

I didn’t feel a thing and those extra pieces of Eric were gone!

Plus, the dermatologist gave me the best doctor orders ever! 

Don’t get the bandage wet for 24 hours - which meant that I wasn’t allowed to shower for 24 hours.  Needless to say, not showering is a terrific way to spend 24 hours, especially under the orders of a doctor.

So let this be a PSA reminder for everyone young and old, go make an appointment to see a dermatologist and have them scan your body…you don’t want to let melanoma linger untreated.

Lastly, if you’re feeling up for some gross pics of the wound I now have on the back of my neck, click through to see them, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you that you’ll be looking at gross things…

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I stumbled across this locked up bicycle just south of Washington Square yesterday…

I appreciate the effect that the person who locked the bike up made to avoid locking it to the tree, however, they are also setting themselves up for their bike to be destroyed and or ripped apart by people looking for bike parts.

My honest first thought when I saw this was, “Moron from the Midwest bought a bike, moved somewhere else and couldn’t sell it so they left it here…”

Take a look at the oldest and sexiest tree of New York City…

It is known as the Hangman’s Elm and it sits on the Northwest corner of Washington Square Park, and is said to be roughly 330 years old, which would place this tree as being sprouted around 1679 - which is crazy because I’ve been to a church in Connecticut that was built in the 1630s and got to climb to the top of the steeple - which revealed the amazing and original wooden structure that was the original supports for it, that wood was HUGE and I can only imagine how old those tree were…amazing!

Check this icicle out…

That icicle is underneath the overhang of a building and has been created by the tiny drips from some type of exhaust pipe a few feet above…

It is a spectacular sight!

Yesterday I took a walk from Tibeca up to Union Square, and took a ton of photos along the way.  One of the things that was persistent throughout Tribeca and Soho was this constant street art graffiti…

Sure, Rod Stuart Loves the Hamptons…

I don’t know who is doing this semi ironic/wannabe hip campaign, but I have known a few people who have tried to do such public graffiti in the past…and I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that all of these tags are the work of a 50 something year old coke addict who gets a giant kick out of thinking of the expression that people will have on their faces when they see the “art”.

Going down the road of life can be painful and confusing at times, and when you see the signs on the side of the road directing you you need to make your choice…

Are you going to take the tunnel, the thru, or are you going to crap on the sign?

The person before me, Gus, chose to take a crap on the sign…

In less than two weeks I’m going to a monster truck show with some of the nephew and today I learned of two recent monster truck show related deaths.

The first was a freak accident with a piece of metal flying up into the stands killing a six year old boy, while the second was involved the announcer of the show walking out and accidentally getting run over in a different freak accident.

Between these two events I’ve seen people trying to make other people make sense of the situation by telling them that “when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go”, and that “when your time is up, your time is up”.

A mentality like that is such horsecrap. 

With the mindset of “when your time is up…” one would in theory call Adolf Hitler a saint for facilitating the death of so many in gas chambers - except Hitler wasn’t a saint, and nobody has “a time to go”.

Almost anyone who has had a friend or family member murdered would want the killer of their loved one to rot in jail for the rest of their life; so for those who believe in “fate” and “when your time is up…” I have a big and beautiful bridge to sell you, and trust me…it is fate for me to sell you this bridge at the low cost of $500 cash.

Saturday night I was walking along a freezing Court Street at State Street with Girlfriend when I noticed a piece of unchewed gum on the sidewalk in front of me directly in front of F. Martinella. 

At that instant I felt a hard object land on my shoulder and heard it then hit the ground behind me.  It didn’t hurt, and at the same time it didn’t feel natural.  I turned around and found another hard piece of unchewed gum on the sidewalk…it was still there on Sunday afternoon.

I looked behind me to see if people were throwing things from behind us and saw nobody.  I then looked up to see who was throwing stuff out of a window, and found the shadow of a figure peering through the blinds three floors up - who when they saw me point my finger to them ran away from the window visibly scared, only to come back to the window and run away scared two more times.

Seeing as how it was 18 degrees out, I went home…however since I was in the neighborhood anyway I swung by the next day to take some photos to let the world know that the jerk was throwing stuff out of this circled window.

So, if you live in the building that houses F. Martinella, or know someone who does, please pass this note along to the person who lives in that apartment…

It’s bad enough that you live in such an ugly and overpriced “luxury” building that so happily contributed to the housing bubble, but you also have the mindset of a 12 year old with learning disabilities who acts out while they are taking it up the arse with either a whopping $700+k mortgage, or $3k a month rent in this crapper economy…sure hope you choke on those Vicodin while you try to drown out your stress - LOSER!!!

I sat down on a homemade subway political advertisement…

I’m assuming that this is in regards to the Governor being allowed to appoint a Senator to replace the now vacant Hillary Clinton seat.

Ummm…yeah…nutter with a Sharpie…good for you, and I’m sure that Sharpie is ecstatic to have the market cornered when it comes to nuts who write political messages on the subway.