Photo by myself in Times Square.
The other day I was coming home from doing an errand after work. I somehow got on an Q train headed uptown rather than downtown, and got out at 49th Street in the midst of Times Square. My worst nightmare.
A jillion people were there, and it was hot. As you can see, there are psychics here, too.
The latest thing it seems are these very scantily clad women who pose with tourists. They wear tiny bikini bottoms and no tops whatsoever. [Actually I'm not sure they are wearing bottoms. The jury is out]. What looks like a bikini top is actually painted on!!!!!!
Oh, and feathers. They have feathers on their heads.
Sorry for the technical glitch the other day.
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