Happy New Year From New York Shitty!

As is usually the case, I indulged in an informal New York Shitty New Year’s tradition. This of course is going to bed early New Year’s Eve so as to get up, go out and review the aftermath of north Brooklyn’s “festivities”. As you see, I was not disappointed. What initially caught my interest (naturally) was the artful array of bottle caps and solitary dinosaur on the fender. When I noticed the automobile had two, um, “inhabitants” well this had to be documented for posterity. At least they elected not to drive. Hence why I elected to blur out the license plates, registration, etc. I suspect the hangovers, sore backs and (probably) dead car battery are “punishment” enough for last night’s “merrymaking”/transgressions.

I will be uploading photos of my findings (there is vomit, discarded clothing— socks mostly, for some reason— hypodermic needles and even a partially incinerated box spring) in a bit— so check back!