Photo by myself on Broadway, around 28th Street.
Not the most photogenic image, I admit, but I thought the content was kinda funny.
You have to lock up just about anything you don't want taken. Bikes, benches, even bronze elephants outside trinket stores.
Mark and I have been watching The Wire (we're on Season Three now), and I am a jittery mess because of it.
Vandalism and disappearing property, I can understand. Pushy people on the subway, trash on the sidewalk, bad parking jobs by neighbors that leave your bumper dented.
But drug wars and violence?
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