so zack and i were making some pretty important life decisions over the past few days. we had to decide if we wanted to break our lease and leave our noise ridden crazy apartment (and possibly get taken to court for doing so), if we wanted to sign a new lease to another apartment, if we wanted to help a girl get into the old apartment (to avoid the possible legal ramifications), if we wanted to scrap the whole new york thing totally and become hobos, etc. we happened to be on the street while discussing some of these things for a few minutes when all of the sudden...
we were pooped on. quite literally. what was that liquidy splash? we looked up only to see the pigeon's tail peeking over the edge of the building. i started immediately sobbing and shaking with disgust while zack took my hand and led me to the target bathroom a couple blocks away. at least zack can keep a cool head with poo in his hair.
