roads? where we're going we don't need . . . roads

in new york, when the road is blocked by anything from a bicycle to a garbage truck all of the other cars easily and mindlessly maneuver their vehicles onto the sidewalks to get where they need to go.

because, you know, they're so important.

so that's ok. i'm just sitting on my stoop. drinking my morning coffee. in the sunshine of this beautiful early spring day. don't mind me. and the fact that if i was one step down, they'd have caught a whiff of the delicious jack's stirbrew i was sipping on.