Flatbush Fish Market. Respect the water trim.
The Neon Lobster, New York’s most secret nightclub. Located in Hoboken.
Richmond Hill bodega aka SAVINGS PARADISE.
Tomatoes at the IGA in City Island.
The middle seat on the R Train, 2013. These aren’t gonna be here much longer. NOTE: wood paneling always bothered me, but now…
Primo plastic trash can.
Painted cubicle wall in an indoor flea market. Delaware.
Penthouse of a 3-floor in College Point. There no longer is any pastry available on the 1st level.
Not a Taxi.
A vast cave filled with crystals, still 20 miles away.
Sign telling you that you’ve found the area where all the retarded kids are throwing themselves in front of cars.
Movieworld Neon.
Modest 2-floor in the Sixth Borough.
One-of-a-kind Slimer puppet.
Old fiberglass fencing.
What kind of car is this?
They wouldn’t stop and pose, but they were happy enough to let me take a photo. Except for that 12-year-old in the back. I buy funny erasers from his father’s discount shop and the kid gives me the same look when he’s at the register.
The leader of the pack, obviously.
Not the worst but still Sad.
Note: All the parking tickets on the dash.
Sparkle Plenty is not only one of the most average laundromats in the world, she’s also a pretty average rapper. Sparkle Plenty came up back in the day and swears to Jesus that she was a member of the original Juice Crew. I believe her! Since then, she’s tried to make it as a solo, constantly changing her rap flow to sync up with rap’s current verbal oppression. Her Wu-Tang approach got old fast, while her Mase style hit perfectly. Only problem there is that we didn’t even need one Mase. Then she flipped her Dirty South stuff, which kept people cleaning their clothes inside of her, but now she’s really struggling with this Young Money shit.
Sparkle Plenty.
