Hoi Polloi

Thank you for visiting New York City. I hope you enjoy your stay. I wish I could. You wander slowly in the streets, gawking and yammering in your native tongue, making it virtually impossible to walk anywhere. One can hardly avoid what once was just a latent feeling of distrust of Europeans turning into a full-blown bout of xenophobia. Someday the dollar will return to prominence and maybe I can tour your town while you try to work. I can drunkenly blow smoke on you, take odd pictures of virtually everything, vomit merrily upon your quaint cobblestones wearing my finest "I heart Prague" pastel t-shirt, all the while under tipping and driving the price of a sandwich to well above market value.