Hot and Homeless

I am not about the hot life. I need AC everywhere I go or I get angry. I hate to sweat. I hate to be sticky, I hate to stand in the sun, I hate to be hot. in fact I sometimes get violent when hot and walking in tight places with stupid ass tourists who stop every 5 seconds without looking at who is behind them. NYC smells but NYC really smells in the summer. The body odor could kill a cow and every corner smells like urine. 

Day one was in the 80s. Day two was in the 70s so it wasn't bad. Today was around 86. It felt like none of the stores had the AC on which made me not want to try anything on. And when I did I felt like a hot, sweaty, sloppy tourist. My clothes were sticking to me and my feet were so hot you could cook an egg on them. 

I will never understand how homeless people wear every piece of clothing they own when it's this hot out. Or foreigners for that matter. 

That leads me to the homeless of NYC. Now I understand there is a huge homeless population here. I get it. I've been here enough times to know they are on every street corner. They don't bother me. However, a coupleof them    definitely stood out this year. Walking back to the room Friday night, there were 3 people on the side of the road. A girl was sitting against a building, so high she was bent over and falling to the side. Her next door neighbor was on his knees ass up, pants down and some black tight undies swaying back and forth. Say no to drugs kids. Earlier in the day we saw a homeless woman with no shoes and toe nails that looked like hermit shells. WOOF. 

But the winner of the weekend is the dick. I saw a homeless mans dick. He was passed out on a bench in front of Madison Square Garden, pants below his ass, boxers with the hole wide open. I warned the others not to look. On the way back they looked and wanted to gauge their eyes out. Lesson learned. Pay more attention when Amber speaks.