NYC

January 6, 2012

The Concrete Jungle has a roof bar replete with badass latinos arguing with badder-ass latinas about whose mother is the coolest, and it is a serious argument. You think you can joke about this kind of thing? No, pendejo. She missed a week of work when the girl had her wisdom teeth removed. Truth.

The only sign of the city 14 stories below is the buildings that rise 15 stories or more: L thru 14 are not part of this world. The side walls are high and sturdy. The altitude and safety together carve out an impressive volume that barely contains these heavy subjects while facilitating the sale and consumption of the irrationally strong drinks that drive them.

Come with me to NYC next time and I’ll show you how it works. Promise.