Here’s a self-portrait from inside of the restroom at Rosario’s Pizza on the Lower East Side.
Rosario’s makes some of the best pizza in this fine town of ours.
Art Is My Weapon
An artist wrote “art is my weapon” along the sidewalk of Manhattan’s West Village.
Art was also the weapon of choice for the CIA against the Soviets during the Cold War. Jackson Pollack… Bleh! Shudder!!! Given this, we’ll assume that there’s a CIA operative or two in the West Village.
Uncle Sam’s Badass Brother
Meet Rascal, Uncle Sam’s badass brother.
He’s a hero to most rich AND poor, because he’ll even rob his brother of all he has.
White Man’s Burden?
As a white man ourself, we wish that this piece of graffiti was true for our case.
#Shouldhavebeenbornrich!
No Defecating, Please
Call us a typical cynical New Yorker if you must, but if human defecation is a constant problem on the street outside of your multi-million dollar apartment, then we highly doubt that those who are chronically defecating outside of your window will stop doing so because of a sign like this.
In fact, instead of helping the situation, it simply tells the public, “the wealthy people who live on Jersey Street between Crosby and Lafayette in Manhattan live in multi-million dollar apartments that are real sh!holes, thanks to a chronic human defecation problem that happens nearly all of the time, directly outside of their windows, day and night!”