RNC
I arrived in NY this morning for another week of getting my teeth kicked in at work. I arrived at Penn Station to a barage....a fucking tidal wave of cops. Cops coming out of the windows. Cops in the bathroom. Most of them with German Sheps that look none like the dogs you would want to pet. I'll probably have more on it as the week goes. I mean, I have no idea what to really write on it now, nor do I have the time.
There was a rye feeling that something bad, something really bad, may happen next week. It was my gut talking. It was just an aura that the city had as I walked out of the station. There was this tired sense of being whipped over and over again. A sound of sighs seemed to fill the mouths of everyone, even those German Sheps.
