...or has the bastard ever told you that new york city is it's own concentric circle of hell?
when you can't see out the windows
and smoke gets in your eyes
and i just want to cry cry cry cry cry
descent into the inferno
ok kids. it's hot. it's damn hot. crotch pot cooking hot. feels like it's not gonna stop hot. at least not until thursday and even then, that's negotiable. the bastard shouldn't seem surprised. we're kind of right on time for the dog days of summer. seems to me like there will be a lot of wardrobe change in my future. oh well, go to hell.