What the shit! What. The. Shit. 5.15AM and a Brooklyn firetruck is driving down wide-ass 4th Ave towards the Brooklyn Tower of HSBC I believe it is, and making full use of the horns. What the shit. I can't sleep that well these days, I got to bed early sometimes and then wake up all cockeyed at some WhatTheShit hour.

My feet have sharp callouses and there is a war on in my shoes. The agents of aging for a young man's feet who tends to run and if walk, walk competitively even when there is no place to hurry to. I guess that's the result of being constantly tormented by people who are shit-free just freaking SLOW!